Halted constantly by visions that aren't as they seem
Startled into reality desperately wanting my fantasies
Consistent adjustments are not enough apparently
So I lay on my back caressing the ceiling with my eyes
Hoping the sandman replenishes the sand where they lie
Why o Why must I be deprived of what's owed to me
Its behind my closed lids that I see with whom I long to be
The pain I feel is bearable only to the undreaming man
I sacrifice body and mind to witness her spirit anyway I can
I run no I sprint to this bed of ours, hoping to relive passed time
Ready to interpret the actions and gestures your memory mimes
Not even blind eyes or mute mouth could deter me from what it wants
Cut out my heart or curse my soul, but my dreams will remain untouched
You would be laughing if you were here to see my state
Kissing and massaging your pillow like some virtual date
I'd treasure my "ache of missing" if it was all that remained
Goodnight my love, see you when i rest my head and dream again.
-Yung Urban
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