When you close your eyes do you think of me?
Am I the first thing on your waking mind
And when you lay down the last thing you see?
When you smile all alone what do you find?
Do thoughts of me cause pupil dilation?
Do you grin a silly grin when you smile
At the memory of our conversations
My sincerity cause for beguile?
Do you long for our fun interaction
And count down the days 'till exile ends?
Are you bored with this crazy protraction
Like every day doesn't even begin?
Not that that's how I feel at all one bit
At least not that I'd feel free to admit
