it's late.
and i'm sure you're asleep,
but my mind drags you back to me.

in the early morning,
i wonder if you're dreaming of me
the same way i'm awake thinking of you.

why torture myself
with the idea of me being in your ideas?
i can't help wanting to be on your mind.

in the foregroud
of your every slow paced subconscious thoughts.
i just want to be near you.