by Lou Ruggieri

Created on: July 18, 2011   Last Updated: July 19, 2011

The air in my lungs slips from my chest

There's always some simple culprit to blame

A trigger that proves you're gone, but never really left

As my lips still know the quietest whisper of your name

The way I let the wind dance over my finger tips

As my car rumbles down the empty road

Something I always thought was just for kids

Until you showed me, I wasn't really that old

Or that getting lost on the way home 

Can be more fun than it might sound

Because you never know where the night goes

If you just let you precious guard slip down

The way you sang out loud

In tune almost all of the time

Proving it's okay to be proud

And imperfection isn't really a crime

The way a shower doesn't always have to mean

You did anything to get dirty at all that day

That sometimes you can end up clean

Even if it ends up just happening along the way

Or that watching a movie you already know by heart

Just one more time before you turn out the light

Can help clear your mind right from the start

And make for a very simple, simply perfect night

When a stray pillow hits my shoulder with the slightest touch

I can feel years disappear with the close of an eye

And while the grasp of your embrace was never too much

The weight of regret now seems to smother me inside

And although you're gone and I know it's true

Somehow it feels like you're still here

Even my dreaming mind can't forget you

Because part of me would disappear

The air in my lungs slips from my chest

There's always some simple culprit to blame

A trigger that proves you're gone, but never really left

As my lips still know the quietest whisper of your name

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