In her shadow

Hardly speaking, my heart critiquing
My legs grow weary; weak at my knees.
Is this just the whiskey?

When you kiss me my heart stops
Don't stop

In her shadow is all that I know.
You're gone 'til August.
Will you let go?
Can you just let go?
Please stop holding on... we've all changed.

When I find the right way to say
I am not okay.
When August comes, I'll be waiting
silently.
My heart defiantly won't let this end...
this way.