i can clearly remember the day
i almost called you to say i was coming over
after crying on the phone with my now ex lover
i wanted to drive to the opposite side of town for you
get lost in you
but i was scared to fall into something i wasn't used to
to fall out of the rhythm of loving abusers
i was afraid you'd like me
and that i'd like you back
that we would become something more
then just you putting me back together
because thats all you were good for
i wanted to see you naked
but i couldn't tell if the lust i felt
was born in hate for someone else
i wanted to (make) love
but i was afraid to hurt you more
than i already had
i will always wonder
and i'll always be sorry