these feelings, tiring,
(wanting, wanting, wanting)
these emotions, exhausting,
(lusting, lusting, lusting)
this smile, aching,
(wishing, wishing, wishing)
this desire, burning,
(needing, needing, needing)

When will the want stop?
When will the lust subside?
When will the wish be granted?
When will the need be fulfilled?

Use this town
as a stepping stone,
a way out.
Use this town
as a home base,
a rest stop.
Use this town
as a photo album,
a scrapbook.
Use this town,
get to know it
inside and out

then move on.

I want to know how you got your scars.

The physical,
the emotional.

I want to know when you cry.

So I can hold you,
so I can help you.

I want to know of your past lovers.

So I can love you better,
so I won't hurt you.

I wish him unhappy
each night I close my eyes
and dream him heartache.

I wish him lonliness
everytime I see his smile
I pray for him ten times the tears.

He would be unhappy
he would be lonely
if there was no her.

I've got a lot to think about
now that we've spoken
nearly three years have passed
since I called you friend.

I've been filled with doubt
ever since that fight awoken
feelings of long last
that have come to their end.

I don't need you in my life
as harsh as it may sound
our friendship was expendable
but for some reason you seek contact.

All the years caused such strife
words thrown like glass shatter on the ground
you weren't so dependable
memories and laughter I retract.

It's amazing how the little things
we shared
stay with me.

Our favorite show.
Our favorite band.
Our favorite restaurant.

It's strange how the little things
we shared
don't bother me.

Even though you broke my heart.
Even though I cried for three years.
Even though I you still haunt me.

It's different being without love
we shared
everyday.

But I'm moving past it.
And I'm finding I can love again.
And I want it to be with him.