I don't know what else to do
I'm always here for you.
Through the bad most of the time
Trying to get you up to climb.
Sometimes it doesn't feel like it's enough
like whatever I say is just word fluff
And you toss it aside
And it's taken by a tide

I remember the day you hit me
Struck me across the face
Grabbing my arm before you decided
To put me in my place.

"Dumb *****" were the words
That escaped your lip
While I stumbled to catch
Myself as I tripped

Falling to the curb
Tears running down my face
A warm spot on my cheek
Not from an embrace

Hand to cheek, hand to cheek
Was the order it went
But the cheeks were both mine
Your message was sent

The blow came so fast
I didn't expect it
No time to put up defense
Face had to accept it

If betrayal had a taste
It's of copper in the mouth
Saliva mixed with blood
Sliding down south

Words can barely describe
how I felt that day
To be put in my place
Was not okay

I remember the day you hit me
Struck me across the face
The day I decided you belonged outside my heart
That THAT was your place.

I love them boys with the slicked back hair.
Those form fitting pants add the right amount of flair,

Shirts clinging nicely to their upper arm muscles,
Makes me wonder if they'd use 'em in a tussle.

Their faces always as straight as can be.
Makes me wonder if they just look, or really see.

I don't know what it is about this type of boy;
But something about them makes me coy.

I like to imagine a life I could share,
With one of them boys with the slicked back hair.

I don't think it's weird
It's not something to be feared.

I think about you,
quite often too.

You're the person I think of,
You're the someone I love.

But the timing is not right,
It's cool because I won't take flight.

I'll be right here for you,
I promise I'll be right on cue.

Sometimes I wish I was romantic
Because the pressure of "cute things"
Quite often makes me frantic

"It could be worse"
is what they say.
As if that's all
to make me feel okay

"There's people with cancer,
disease and no food.
You have it all,
have it good"

But I think it can be worse.
As a matter of fact, I know it.
To live life without love
or to live life and not show it.

Perhaps a life without love
isn't all that bad.
Because I just thought of something
to make one more sad.

Living a life full of love
for that one special person
Showing them all the time,
even giving up cursin'.

I'm sure it doesn't sound bad,
Until you look at the side.
Seeing unrequited love,
seeing how they lied.

Can you tell I've stopped trying
(I feel like you don't need me)
Most of the time I feel like I'm prying
(Is this how it's going to be?)

You're going to be just fine
(You no longer need my help)
You have others to hear you whine
(I just have to accept it)

You're going to be successful
(I'll stand back proud but empty)
And people are going to
(Maybe you don't need me but I)

Need you

I guess it's time
To move on straight
To put the phone down
And stop waiting for a date.

No more waiting for the text
I know will never come.
No more expecting "I love you"
When I know there should be none

There are few things that I want in life
Few things that are missed.
But you for sure are one of them,
With you my life is kissed.