Why did I keep trying, when I knew how it would end?
I knew you'd never choose me. It was always my best friend.

Why did I let myself feel something? Why didn't I just shrug it off?
Why can't I let it go? And why the **** do I have the urge to call?

I know it won't do any good. I'd just try to hurt you.
I'd just manipulate you and **** with your head. An outlet to abuse.

There's nothing I haven't already said. Yet still, I could write a book
Of all the things I want to to say to you. And I doubt you'd ever look.

Just like with these poems. I doubt you'll care enough to check.
But if he was the one writing... You'd hang on to every word he said.

I desperately wish we'd never kissed. Hell, I almost wish we'd never met.
I definitely wish we'd never ****** in my car. Wish we'd NEVER had ***.

Those moments on the stage, in my car, your room. All so meaningless.
And I wish I could see and hear you cry. But you're still my best friend.....