Nights are only lonely when ur missin somethin u wanna do... When the selfish need leans in to ur time n empties some room... Wantin to sink in to the texture of someone else's skin goin for a ride... Knowin the nights moon would look damn near lovely too the imagination comin to life... The lone star feelin waitin on another speck in the skies display awaits the expression needin the feel... Rollin well past midnight in the mood of touch jus lingerin knowin the best isn't made of steal... N it's somethin the mind tricks the heart into feelin deep into the center of its core... Be simply abandoned n turnin on the possibilities of bein hurt once more... Yet that flutter lives uncaptured by the wee hours of mornin bringin the doin of light... Jus thinking to die a happy man in the arms of a sweet lil miss it be an end to the solitude of the single life livin the hype... As the toss switches shit up to not missin an certain individual but to jus lay flush... Gone in the rush of luv's comfort as emotion becomes slush... It's in the pitch of dark the understandin of bein saved by a woman's touch settles into the thoughts comin undone... Shakin the head bcuz there's no tellin who's the one... Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... Outside of dreams...