thank you
i'm hurting people
i compare them
to each other
and then to you
surprise surprise:
you're always the winner
when have you ever lost
something
anything
then again
when have i
i've told this lie before
i hold my own hand
against my cheek
close my eyes
and try to miss you
but i just look like an idiot
i never had you
you move too quickly
like i have ghost-like hands
and you slipped through them
so what i'm left with is what could've been
why does that hurt more
i don't think it should
i think we should've at least had a few kisses in the rain
and fights on what were supposed to be good days
for me to still want you
where'd you go
whyd you go
couldn't you at least stay away long enough for me
to be fine without you
let me lose you
for real this time.
give me something to cry about
i'm asking for it
i don't want it to be you anymore
