I get by on pretending that you look at me when I look away
I have no way to prove that you do
I like to think that you would
Even though you have her to look at
There are not enough words in the world
not enough hours of sleep
not enough alcohol or drugs
to remove your face from my brain
Watching you treat her was supposed to make me forget you
It makes me want you more
It makes me want to be her
Not her, but in her place I mean because I could treat you better
(I couldn't treat you better)
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
I get by on pretending that you look at me when I look away
I have no way to prove that you do
I like to think that you would
Even though you have her to look at
There are not enough words in the world
not enough hours of sleep
not enough alcohol or drugs
to remove your face from my brain
Watching you treat her was supposed to make me forget you
It makes me want you more
It makes me want to be her
Not her, but in her place I mean because I could treat you better
(I couldn't treat you better)