Days in Haze

I can’t sleep, I can’t think,

I don’t even feel like having a drink,

I am moody and withdrawn,

Only cause baby, you are gone.

Music only reminds me of you,

Waiting for the days when it only would be us two,

Weekends are nothing short of torture,

Save me from myself, from this horror.

My guitar lies somewhere forgotten,

As it only made me sound a bit broken,

But I am waiting, months, weeks and days,

The time now slipping past like haze.

I realize I have been in love,

I haven’t ever prayed but now I talk to someone above,

These feelings I can’t even begin to explain,

If you don’t come back soon I may go insane.

The days are slow and the nights endless,

I sit and feel so helpless,

Please come back home soon,

For it has already been past three full moons.