And Our Hands Make That Heart Shape

and I hold my hand up against the mirror
index finger curled
thumb pointed down
it makes a heart shape, for lack of a better word
I'd spend a thousand nights, just thinking about your smile
if you'd give me one day, just talking
but there's miles of bad road between us
and I come with all sorts of emotional baggage
hell, I'm a whole freakin' luggage shop
and all I want to do is curl up in your arms and watch the clouds change shape
nothing is stopping me from telling you
except my own fears and inhibitions
all those things that keep us from doing stupid shit
like sending messages on myspace when you're too drunk to remember the next morning
but your screen name blinks at me
drawing my mouse closer and closer
every click wishing it was on that name
every letter wishing I was telling you how I feel
but that emotional melt down today
that doesnt help matters much
and there's so much you dont know
so much I need to tell you
but years wouldnt be enough
and all we've got is time
for now
but I'm still sitting here, wishing I had the courage to double click
double click instead of snap the shutter
taking pictures of my own pain