The things that never will (or was it the Will that never thinks? Honestly it's been so long that I forgot)

I stargaze in my own room,
with thought of holding you.

The melody of songs I don't know,
make me wonder what there is to behold.
With a gentle laugh,
I stand starstruck by your words.

Like a child I stand below it all,
seeing colour that aren't letting you go,
as the stars paint a portrait of your smile,
I am caught stargazing in my own room.

And the sky turns back to white,
as the ceiling lights up from the cars passing by,
but the thought of you stands still.
The thought of the things that never will.

A whole box of grain stuck in my throat

Finding my thoughts,
as I gather the right words,
here I am listening loudly,
as you speak so calmly.

I'd let you take me to hell,
just to hold your hand,
one last time.

And now I'm missing the days,
when I didn't have to stare at the ceiling,
with all the words in my throat,
no wonder you find me misleading.

Won't you turn off the engine,
roll up the windows,
sit in silence, alone, with me.