You ain't no god damn son of a bitch. You're just more unlikeable than you used to be....

[byeebybeautiful]

That night I told you to be careful
in the way I could not be careful myself.
You left the party and I walked from drink to drink
wishing the best for you, knowing it was the worst for me.

It is a horrible wonderful thing to be in love with you.
to get to hear you sing for hour after hour
but never be the subject of the song.
to listen and listen and listen.

I carry your equipment to gigs.
I am your ride home, your calender.
I let you choose the radio station, the time.
and in return, yours is the only goodnight I ever need.

I've lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins.
(this is the foolish refrain of the hopelessly devoted.)
there are times I want to kiss you midsentence.
undo the not-doing with one gesture.

but I hesitate in the wondering.
she's taken the place that was never mine.
you and I have our sad misdirected love in common.
only yours sings out, while mine is a voice left on the inside.

I bide my time, pick at the petals, play the good best friend.
and as me what I'm looking for, and I outline you.
you don't recognize the shape, offer other names.
you say my time will come, and I hope.

I know this is how the world works.
it would be funny, if it wasn't my heart.
she is the weakness you think of as strength.
while I am the strength you have no idea is there.

I am the one who knows who you are.
I want you to be happy.
and you could be
with me.