I’ve been there several times
Not a lot and most definitely not often
But there’s been a few occasions
Where I actually pretend to care and like you for once
And as soon as I get there, I feel like the whole town is underwater in hot water
And there’s nothing I can do about it
It’s just so awkward, really. But that’s not the point.
I remember all those countless hours just lying on her basement floor
So many emotions felt there, sobbing on her floor
Fear, pain, sadness, remorse, love…
That was the night I fell in love with the other one
Tried to. One swift movement was all it took but I couldn’t
And I regret it fore ver more
And now I feel like we just grow further apart, and further, and further
I miss the night I thought I had some sort of friendship with you
And everybody in the restaurant
Until I realized I was only invited because I was standing right there,
no one actually wanted me there in the first place.
And I waited,
but I never got a second chance. All of you did, though,
you all got many second chances.
But I’m still left behind here, at the starting line, waiting.
So yes, I love you,
no matter how weird that is to you.
And even you.
You, who I actually pretend to care and like on occasions
And when I’m around the whole town is drowning in hot water
But there’s no one else I’d rather be with when it does drown in hot water. No, not you.