Maybe Tomorrow


If I had a second, maybe two, maybe I’d be able to explain how I feel about you. I don’t get how you can’t see it yet it’s as obvious as if the sun were missing. Maybe tomorrow…

It feels like we are just going through the motions; I could lean in to hold you, or act like I don’t even know you; seems like you don’t even notice. Seems you could care less either way. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day…

If I had the power I’d keep you forever, just here with me. Yet it wouldn’t be right because here’s not where you wanna be. Yeah, it’s that obvious; hiding things isn’t your specialty. How do I deal? I think maybe tomorrow it’ll be real.

I keep it all in—I don’t express it even when it hurts. I don’t want to be a burden. I don’t wanna be second best, next best, I’d rather be your all and nothing less. Yet every tomorrow you show it best.

I should’ve never let you lie to me. You love me but you don’t and that’s the harsh reality. I have to be the grown one in this thing—no more waiting on tomorrow. Tomorrow is never guaranteed to make me happy.