Disclaimer: I don't own GG or the song, it's called 'You' by the Pretty Reckless. Will say it's a really awesome song.
You don't know me no
You don't need me
Why is it that I've been awake half the night thinking about you. We'd said we were friends nothing more, I left and we never said goodbye.
Like I want you oh
Like I need you...
It's months later, when we see each other again, we act like nothings changed. If he knew he never let on.
I can't have you no
like you have me.
Burying feelings way down inside, you'd never know they are there, but maybe it's the tears that give me away. Recalling the memories that brought me to your door tonight. Standing here afraid to knock.
You can't see me no
like I see you
The expression on your face unreadable and I can't speak. No speech prepared, and no remarks, its 2 AM and I'm standing at your doorway.
I want you in my life
You never ask me what I'm doing here so late, or why I'm dressed in my hello kitty pyjamas hair damp from the rain, just wordlessly ushering me inside. The fire is lit, and the room is filled with sounds from the storm notice it in my hand, and we sit next to each other on the leather sofa, not daring to touch but eyes locked on each other in silent conversation, a conversation that could last all night.
and I need you in my life
I need to know why now why was this sitting on the desk when I got home. Half hoping you'll tell me it's what you wanted me to know for so long, but expecting that you'll tell me it's a mistake so we can move on, a clerical error sent by mistake by a well-meaning maid. Yet its existence makes me wonder otherwise. I watch as your eyes look over the handwritten lines. Several seconds have passed by and my voice breaks the silence.
You can't feel me
Like I feel you
'Why?' I ask somewhere between a whisper and shout.
I can't steal you
Like you stole me
A sigh escapes and you say the only thing you could say..
'Because'
And I want you in my arms
And I need you in my arms
Your lips grazed mine and you held me close. A kiss full if promises unsure that you can keep, I can't help but think about tomorrow if I'll wonder if it was all a dream. The room basked with only the faint light of the burning fire. The letter on the coffee table, the one that begins with I'm sorry and ends with I love you
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