1-12-09

We never really fight but we never kiss either,
at least never with meaning,
And we smile at each other and hold hands,
But we both know there’s nothing really there,
‘Cause I am craving someone else,
And you are happy to live a lie.
Would it hurt you to know
you’re not the only one I dream about at night?
Would it hurt you to know
that being with you is just a way of killing time?

I know you’ve heard me screaming her name,
but you block your ears,
and you somehow, still manage to cast me smiles,
And hold my head tight when I’m crying,
But would you hold me if you
knew I was crying over her?

Would it hurt you to know
you’re not the only one I dream about at night?
Would it hurt you to know
that being with you is just a way of killing time?

Or maybe…Hang on, just maybe, this’ll work…

Would it relieve you to know
you’re not the only one I dream about at night?
Would it relieve you to know
that being with you is just a way of killing time?

Let me know if this works,
I’ll leave this out for you, so accidently,
When I pack my bags and I run away,
Don’t you worry, I’ll never be happy,
I don’t want you as much as she doesn’t want me,
So don’t you worry, I’ll never be happy,
But thanks for, thanks for killing a few months with me.

I’ll send you a postcard from hell, baby.