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I have wasted precious paper figuring you out And I know you know just exactly what that's like I'm sure you'll never spare a word for me But I would expect you've got much better things clouding your mind And I know you're not terribly impressed with me But I certainly can't blame you for that I'll never be your favorite song And never be something that you'll fight to get back So go ahead and sing your love songs and remind me Of Just how exponentially more they meant to you And ok if you don't want to come and find me Just let me know so I don't waste my time expecting you to Go ahead and walk away because you're afraid to face me But, God above, don't you know I'm scared too? I really thought that we could both move on, now you decide to leave I Don't ask anything more than to have a friend in you You're running, and I can't blame you I hate to think if I've crossed your mind But you wrote about them, and you fought for them too So what is it about me that's so easy to leave behind? I'm just trying, I really am Because I was never really good at making friends And you were one of the first to understand I'm not sure I can live without that again
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