Is it always going to be this way?
a place to cry
to hit
to cuddle
Destined, here i will sit
to watch your life
turn into a puddle

to let you make mistakes
and listen every time
to every scorn
every heartache
every mistake
every crime

i cant complain
i share in the happiness too
but only from the sidelines
and i'm happy for you too
its okay that you only need me to rest your head
and its okay the one you truly miss
is usually just your bed.

ill always be here
patiently waiting for you
to come on home
and lie with me through
every coming day
that is to unfold
because that's all i really need
someone (a head? a heart?) to hold.

But if one day you decide you care enough to ask
yeah
i guess it does hurt
that you think of me last
but its alright
come now
rest your head
ill keep wishing that some day
you'll cry over me
instead.