Could not beg so boldly for just any loose affection, for a
morsel of attention, but I’m on my way there.
In New England coldly with my jacket for protection, might trek
in any direction for the warmth of one’s care…
’cause all the weight from waiting is weighing on me…
where is the strength for a heart so damn lonely?
Every so often, I crave such a warm hug, even
when it’s not love, solitude is too much.
Occasionally, I long for an embrace, even
in my disgrace, this ache can’t be erased.
Every so often, I yearn for peaceful nights…
with some kind of piece of you to make it just right.