I see the world
suspended in your eyes
like nothing matters
nothing has ever mattered
but her.

her nails are painted
her dress is short
her heels are high
her laugh is obnoxious
and she's just like the last one.

she's nothing new
and nothing special, yet
you think she's different
you think she's beautiful
you want to love her.

while I sit and watch
as you love another girl
again
and
again.

and while she's at work
you hold me close
and tell me you're sorry
and that I have to go
before she comes home.

why do you tell me
that you wish things were
different?
if you really did,
you wouldn't be looking at her.

it happens every time.