Until Death Tears Us Apart

I keep waiting the doorbell
Sitting around my living room at 3am
Maybe you'll come back home
Singing our old songs
Disregarding the late hour,
High volume and toxic state of mind

Will I ever get your call
Telling me you were just late one more time?
Because you spent too much time choosing your clothes
Or you couldn't find the keys for your car

Will you ever come through the back door
And steal the last slice of cake
Like so many times before?
I swear I won't be angry nor scream at ya
I swear...

I keep waiting to hear your voice
Telling me everything will be okay
Even if it's not true, just to tell me it will be okay...

Old Times

I miss the old tricks
I miss my old me around the old you
I miss the talks, I miss the mistery
I miss the flirting and the loving/hating scenario
I miss the soft, yet brief, contact of our hands
On our last night
I miss your eyes piercing mine across the patio
How you would say my name like it was always a surprise
You would say, "I'd come over right now if you'd just let me"
And I'd say it's to late for us now
I miss complaining about the pain you caused me
There was no pain, I confess, you just didn't love me
I begged for you to fool me all the time
Didn't I? Again and again...