talk slow

i want to hear every word.

you have me,

rapt and at attention.

because i forgot everything else existed.

you have me, i don't have you.

i think i know what i want.

but by no means do i know what i want.

and sometimes i wish you would let me go.

but you have my hand,

and i don't even have yours.

sometimes i wish you'd let me go,

but in the meantime, just talk slow-

and i'll be happy.