This ring on my hand isn't really from you
I'm just pretending...

The clock strikes six
And you still haven't called...

Bits here, pieces there
Super glue globs...

I've got a stomach ache because I miss you
Even though I just saw you an hour ago...

Its ridiculous to panic because I havent heard...
But the second that phone rings...

If I lost you
There would really be no going back...

Every touch, every kiss
adds one more moment to my bliss...

I love the way you always call
whenever you say you will...

Baby, there's a dress I want someday
In beautiful, creamy white...

I've been here before,
Only never with such force...

It’s amazing how your voice,
Just a mix of letters, syllables, and tones...

Staring at the cover of a Glamour magazine
looking into the eyes of everything that I will...