los banos, ca,
sometimes when your making love to me,
i catch a glimpse of the past,
of ever other who has loved you,
and you holding them,
and i wonder,
would you rather be there now?
without all my insecurities,
or wishful thinking,
of the perfect life,
that we both fall a little to short of.
would you rather be in someone elses arms,
would they excite you more than me,
maybe so i cant deny,
but they could never love you anymore than i do,
but i dont know if thats what you want in your life righ now,
maybe you still long for the wildness,
that youve lost for me.
or maybe im a little to overbearing,
with the way things should be,
overlooking how happy i am,
with just the way things are.
maybe im to emotional,
and fall apart to easy,
wehn you dont kiss me anymore,
or tell me that you love me.
maybe you want something that i no longer have,
something youve pushed from our lifes,
all the passion of the moment,
all the starry eyed glances,
that said exactely what we were thinking.
what im thinking now,
is where has all the time gone?
all the beauty of being in love gone?
and if we never find it agian,
will you still be happy with me?
or will it all fall apart?