I Want You Back

My vibes right when I'm inside.... Your life lights my might then widens the night.
All my life's like the moonlight- quarter, half then the full type...but only when I rise with you.
I can't sleep and you never do so its only logical that our ones push the sun back farther and take two like terrible toddlers.
Nobody knows me well as you do. Might as well own the rights to, liens, scenes and acts too, the whole script....written by you.
But being away from you stifles my desire.  Slowly dissipating like a punctured tire. Memory's no longer clenched...I am losing grip, hands slip and what I miss is growing foreign and farther.  Try to pick up the scent but my nose knows none like it use to.  Nasal memory's drip not run like they use to. I miss you.
Wish you can hear this pencil....I miss you. No ups all, down... all those pretty memories...I know you can hear me now...but for the record I love you.
I had you...all of you.  As many chambers as I hold, you held a home. Burrowed deep, 4 chambers and if I had five you'd dwell live, right inside, full like a 5 borough'd vein traversing the plains, lows, highs and my aim was to live off your pulse forever. Then I had to leave you and forever was a broken promise I could never reverse, retract or reword. Rewind the verse when I claimed always my heart will be your home... I replay it daily in hope that today would turn into that yesterday and all this time that I've been away would dissipate and I'd be with you, you feeding my pulse and the promise still a forever and forever still fresh, honest and us, yes a fresh us, not this stale you and me that's grown to be.
Its only right when we ride. Only place I feel right is inside. I've been just to the left of right for too many nights. Trying to rise quarter full...nothing worth howling to. Just a nail clip hanging in the dark mass of what could be.
Take me back and I'll make it last.
I ran away in haste, knew this state of mind wouldn't hold in time and I'd be back. But time never paused, hesitated or wasted a tick, just picked up the pace and my state of mind in time was aloof. Breaking out in sweats temperature rising unless.. I'd come to you. Brief visits kept my cool. Watch my cool lose and hot rise a degree at a time. Occupational therapy, still much maligned. I needed you close but in my rear view? no you. So I...I realize that this comfortable state has me wasting away. My four chambers empty cause you no longer reside. I come and visit and try and stay, just hide but you impede my every lead, crimp every creep. Want you close indeed. Try and get back inside for another ride but closed thighways prevent me. Nothing reciprocated 'cause you call my bluff each time. Know soon as I get a taste, satiate, follow the exit sign.

But the last time is coming soon. Won't be long 'till I rise with you each night a full moon. My heart's empty cause I'm here away from you.
Home is where the heart is...New York, New York...I will see you soon.
Need you.