You should know I miss you.
Not all the time, but most.
Like a child who misses her mother.
But doesn't want to get to close.
I'm often inches away from a message.
I don't, more often then I do.
So, why am I confessing this to you?

There is a few occasions where I sit,
Wondering about passed things.
I watch the trees blow in the wind,
As the green rolls of waves in spring.  
Reminds me of those days by the lake.
The days we loved to simply escape.
So, why did it slowly stop, us, loving them?

I caught you're eyes wandering.
They weren't looking at mine.
But at the round shape in front of you. However, to me it's behind.
What's funny to me Is how you don't look away.
How you aren't trying to make it an accident or a mistake.
So, why don't you just say something, about how it looks?

Why don't you just tell me how much you want to be inside?
Whisper how much you desire my skin.
Tantalize me with the thoughts that your mind has created.
Fill me in on your plans for me.
So, why don't you just say 'hey', or talk to me?

It's all because of her, since you're preoccupied.
You have love to uphold, other feelings to hide.
You were never okay with lying, but you did it with ease.
But if I'm being honest, I'm not sure you ever lied to me.
So, why just lie, why not tell the truth?

At least that's what I'd like to think.
You still have her, and that's plenty for me.
So I'll just go home, and keep trying to be 'me.'
One girl is more than enough to watch from here.
I can't imagine two birds trying to fit in one stoop.
Plus I won't be a third, no not again.
So, why not just tell me "We are no longer friends."?