The morning after
asn’t what I expected
The way you laid there
That sweet look in your eyes
The way you held my hand
And kissed me when I had to go. 

The evening after
Wasn’t what I planne
The way you stood there
That accusing look in your eyes
The way you pushed away my hand
And turned, telling me to go. 

The times after
Wasn’t what I feared
The times you’d be there
That heated look in your eyes
The way you’d catch my hand
And held me so I’d never want to go.