'Does she?'

it's 2:16 and I'm still blogging. I had no idea why I could stay up this late. but I got a point, someone's on the line with me, we're phoning.. but we're not talking, so it's kinda making me sleepy. by then I'm doing nothing now, just typing in the old way. so I slipped through my playlist on MySpace, am currently listening to this song:

I can feel her breath as she sleepin' next to me
Sharing pillows and cold feet.
She can feel my heart, fell asleep to its beat,
Under blankets and warm sheets.

If only I could be in that bed again...
If only it were me instead of him...

Does he watch your favorite movies?
Does he hold you when you cry?
Does he let you tell him all you favorite parts when you've seen it a million times?
Does he sing to all your music while you dance the "Purple Rain"?
Does he do all these things, like I used to?

Fourteen months and seven days ago...
Oh, I know you know,
How we felt about that night.
Just your skin against the window...
Oh, we took it slow,
And we both know...
It should've been me inside that car.
It should've been me instead of him... in the dark.

Does he watch your favorite movies?
Does he hold you when you cry?
Does he let you tell him all you favorite parts when you've seen it a million times?
Does he sing to all your music while you dance the "Purple Rain"?
Does he do all these things, like I used to?

I know, love, (I'm a sucker for that feeling.)
Happens all the time, love, (I always end up feelin' cheated.)
You're on my mind, love, (or so that matter when I need it.)
It happens all the time- love, yeah.

Will he love you like I loved you?
Will he tell you everyday?
Will he make you feel like you're invincible with every word he'll say?
Can you promise me if this was right:
Don't throw it all away?
Can you do all these things?
Will you do all these things...
Like we used to?
Oh, like we used to...


I can't stop listening to this song. But this doesn't mean anything.