It's a certain kind of second that
Lasts for eternity,
More wild than heartache
Can I have him?
No.
Where you see like I see now
Not quite clear
But all too close
Can I see him?
No.
To the breaking point,
You cry with an urgency,
You finally give in
Can I feel him?
No.
And allow yourself to just let go
All caution gone, I just want
To touch him
Can I hold him?
No.
Like I clutch at the air but
With him I wouldn't come back
Empty-handed
Can I touch him?
No.
Empty-handed like always
In this second, you scream; come back, I'm lonely
A chord strikes,
Can I want him?
No.
Rings, lasts until I ache inside
Curl in on it, hold fast; not his fault, you say
Not his fault
Can I miss him?
No.
Not his fault
Not his fault
Not yours either, says the second
Can I need him?
No.
You don't have permission, says the second.