every-body but me
every body but mine
the death of a star,
i burn my brightest for you
[in the hope we'll intertwine]

why is it that she's so much prettier than me?
i flash back to a school dance,
to the image of her,
half clothed and dancing in her dorm

does she do it for you?
do i? would i? could i try-?

why is it that i'm so insecure when the habit breaks?
like you're loading a new save and i'll be replaced,
[like i'm the memory of a shirt you know you used to have.]
did you give it away? did you lend her to a friend?
did she come back stained and tattered,
balled up and laying on your floor?
is she attracting all the moths cause you don't want her anymore?

maybe i'm naive; maybe i place too much energy
in words -- in the building blocks that form life
that form like castles in the sand; or castles in the sky,
i'd love to change the ending, but you were never mine