We'll have the days we break, and the scars to prove it

As I rest my head on my pillow,
I can hear my heartbeat
Echoing in my ears.
Maybe if I close my eyes
I can pretend it's yours,
In hopes of pulling me away
From this heartache,
Tugging, pulling, pleading for you.
Yet there's nothing I can do
Besides wait for time to pass,
Wait for the clock to change,
Watch the calendar until the page turns,
Listen for the alarm to go off,
Telling me you are here again.

Time time time. Is that what this is about?
Happy 5-month birthday, blog. (one day late)

I promise you that

We're marchin' on, we're marchin' on.