one foot in front of the other you'd say
yet for some reason all you do is downplay

"it's just a phase," "its because your stuck in your ways"
but even when you'd abandon me on the holidays

you were my best night, my worst fight
a reason to stay up till the moon light
half of what I'd write, yet we ended full of spite

it was the sneaking behind my back
all the qualities I seemed to lack
and how you always made me feel like I was the maniac

you never truly cared for me
don't you dare say you love me
or even begin to talk about how great we could be

because real love should never be this absentee.