I know we're not together but I pick up on the lump in your throat
Wouldn't it be better if we didn't have to talk through a phone?
And I know that
The more you miss me sitting by your side
The less you see what's on your mind
It makes me overshare what lives in mine
I'm never running out of stones to throw at your window
But I don't have the guts to turn up at your door
I'm sending you letters like he does in the notebook
I'm writing you poems like a wannabe poet
Don't know how to feel,
so I wait,
wait and show it
Cause you really gotta hold on me,
you know,
you know,
you know,
you know it
Told you I'd be sending you my feelings,
did they come in the post?
Giving
you a taste of kicking up a dust Like you did first,
don't know what's worse
Is it clashing all the time when you were mine?
Stuck in a position where I'm wishing I could take it all back
To when you were all that I had
I'm sending you letters like he does in the notebook
I'm writing you poems like a wannabe poet
Don't know how to feel,
so I wait,
wait and show it Cause you really gotta hold on me,
you know,
you know,
you know,
you know it
I'm pouring my heart out and I bet it
looks hopeless I still * love you,
is it the hearts and all this?
Don't know how you feel,
would it kill you to show it Cause you really gotta hold on me,
you know,
you know,
you know,
you know it
Hold on me,
you know,
you know,
you know,
you know it
You really gotta hold on me
You gotta hold on me
I'm never running out of stones to throw at your window
But I don't have the guts to turn up at your door