What exactly are you so scared of?
Scared you'll get some poetry written in your name?
If you don't play at love, then you lose the game?
Scared you'll treat me bad? (Honey, more of the same)
Tell me true so I'll know: Is being unloved your aim?
Are you afraid that I'll kiss you and call you my love?
Afraid that I'll miss you? Is that what you're scared of?
Think you couldn't possibly love me enough?
That my attention's something you'd best be rid of?
Oh let me explain it, my dear shallow friend,
I can't be strung like a violin, broken or bent,
I've got my own song and it's come to an end
Once before and I reckon it'll do it again.
Regardless of you I keep on keeping on,
But I think you could gain something *real from that song,
But if you'd rather play deaf and drown sadness 'til dawn
I'm no one to tell you no so,
Well,
So long.
I wish that I thought you'd abruptly recall me,
That I mattered that much in your life, but you see,
I don't. I guess you think we aren't meant to be,
And trust me, I'll survive your not wanting me.
You were my chance to feel for someone new,
I know I could love somebody like you,
But just like all the others I could love tend to do,
You decided I was just much too good for you.
No, I don't really love getting tipsy to touch,
I'd rather remember, and I guess that's too much.
I've wasted too much of my life wanting such,
And I just can't sell it all short for only a crush.
I'll admit my heart's daydreams of freedom were splendid,
I concede that someday loving you was what I intended,
But truly I'm not crushed, if in fact this is ended-
I know I should be bitter but I'm only... offended.