lying here

Here I am lying in bed this Sunday morning, Being served my coffee, Waiting for a breakfast sandwich, Wow, I am not used to being waited on, Being loved this much by someone, Don't know what to do or even how to act sometimes; Here I am, Will this last or will it fade like all the rest? I don't mean to sound so bitter on love Or about any of you, my past loves; I love you all and I know you all love me, We had good times, We were meant to be, At the time, Now its time to move on... for all of us.