I told you last night while you were sleeping
That I miss you.
I miss you and you are right here.
I used the excuse of you snoring to wake you up
Just so I got to feel you here

And I seduced you. Like I always do.
For its the only way I feel close to you.
Im praying if I show you some affection
Maybe you'll throw some my way too.

I keep remembering an earlier time
When we had all the time in the world.
And now I have all the time
Whilst youre too busy. To busy to hold.

Im starting to slowly wonder
How one can be too busy to love
So Ive decided, fuck it, I'll be busy too
But I still think that I will love

And so then I start to think harder
Maybe I love you too much
At some point I overtook you
And thats not fair, now I expect too much

Or maybe its the opposite
Maybe youre falling out of love
And youre hiding behind excuses
Because you cant face that its not me youre thinking of.

Except, I know that isnt it. 
I know thats when I start to think in stupidity.
But understand your behaviour makes me panic
Im not used to you being too busy for me.

Its me. Its me and you.
We love each other dont we.
So why is it so difficult to feel you here.
As if its you. And then its me.

I suppose oh lover, this is the beginning
Of what may be a messy end
If you cant get some form of balance
If you cant see a way that this can mend

For I love you, and I am patient
But I am reaching the end of sympathy
For I am miserable and lonely without you here.
So please, I beg, dont be too busy for me.