I Don't Want to Think About It

I don't want to just think you'll be there after the sky goes dark
I want to know;

I want to taste and touch and
Feel
The warmth of your breath,
The smell of your skin,
The taste of your lips,
And that flutter-feeling I get when
I look in your eyes.

I don't want to just think you'll be there after the sun goes down, the sky goes dim, and the
Lights go out.

I don't want to think,
I want to know.


All these fleeting moments and
I don't want to feel alone anymore.

Please, don't leave me here wondering if this is real or not.
Don't leave me here trying to figure out if this was all a dream...

Like it always was before.

I don't want to think,
I want to-- (know)

No, I don't want to think about it anymore.