I must be awake in your dreams
because I can’t sleep
even though I’m dog-tired
and I have promises to keep come morning.
I can’t keep taking your fickle ways
and the moves you make
that never lead anywhere.
It’s not that I don’t care, I do.
But you don’t want to admit the truth.
Or maybe I’m wrong,
all wrong about you.
But I can’t keep following you around
making a fool out of myself
for your sake
when it seems like I’m not worth
the chance you’d have to take,
at least not in your estimation.
Cause I know that there’s noone out there
as good as we could be.
If you could only see things like I see them.
But life goes on and I can’t keep waiting.
Be a man and spit it out
or go about your daily life
and forget how we looked in
each other’s eyes and saw
the answers to questions we’d asked
since the day we had sense enough to ask questions.
Then you’ll have to find a girl to make up for the loss of me
and I’ll be a regret that you’ll always have
along with the bitter and boring philosophy
that is wasn’t meant to be,
when the truth is we make our own fate
and I couldn’t take
one more day
of the feeling I got when you stole my breath away
while you acted like you didn’t know.
Or maybe I don’t mean anything to you.
I don’t know.
But you know,
I’m a curious cat.
I can’t let it go at that.
So next time I see you, I’ll say my peace.
I’ll gauge your response
to the things that I say at great cost,
things I’ve held inside because I was afraid.
And you’ll say what you’ll say,
and if you don’t love me, I’ll walk away
from what I’ve called friendship.
If you don’t love me, I don’t want to be your friend.
I know I’ve been obsessed with us.
And if you don’t love me like I love you,
it’s not worth the agony that I go through
seeing you everyday,
knowing how great
you are and knowing I’ll never mean to you
what you mean to me.
I’ll say goodbye.
I’ll wound my pride.
And I’ll blow out my heart
that’s already sputtering and flickering,
so I won’t ever have to feel the sting
of one-sided love ever again.