I don't much care...
...for empty actions, and meaningless words.
If you want to fool somebody, you've got it going already because you're fooling yourself.
I should never have told you the thing I did, but I'm also glad I did.
It pulverized that illusion I held in my mind of you and I. It blew away the dreams I had of you telling me the things I wanted to hear you say. I'm glad it did though, so I can stop fooling myself, too. I won't stop loving you (yes this post is a total cliche) and I won't stop thinking of you constantly, but I will definitely stop believing that I'm making any difference in the situation. I won't be another lost cause, some hopeless basket case who fucks you when we're both drunk so that I don't have to feel guilty for using you and letting you use me. I won't be the slut who pretends that the lies she tells to herself and others (and her loneliness) are love. Because I love you, and I'm not sick, and I'm not lying to myself, and I'm not afraid of truth.
I shouldn't have to lure you with the promise of alcohol. I shouldn't have to ask all the questions and do all the talking, even if you don't know how to express things in words. I should know you give a damn about me. So I'll say that I'm not giving up, because love just wouldn't let me if I wanted to...but I'm certainly wising up. I'm getting nowhere fast by myself here, but I'm not really getting anywhere with you either, am I?
I don't know why you even keep me around.
If you want to fool somebody, you've got it going already because you're fooling yourself.
I should never have told you the thing I did, but I'm also glad I did.
It pulverized that illusion I held in my mind of you and I. It blew away the dreams I had of you telling me the things I wanted to hear you say. I'm glad it did though, so I can stop fooling myself, too. I won't stop loving you (yes this post is a total cliche) and I won't stop thinking of you constantly, but I will definitely stop believing that I'm making any difference in the situation. I won't be another lost cause, some hopeless basket case who fucks you when we're both drunk so that I don't have to feel guilty for using you and letting you use me. I won't be the slut who pretends that the lies she tells to herself and others (and her loneliness) are love. Because I love you, and I'm not sick, and I'm not lying to myself, and I'm not afraid of truth.
I shouldn't have to lure you with the promise of alcohol. I shouldn't have to ask all the questions and do all the talking, even if you don't know how to express things in words. I should know you give a damn about me. So I'll say that I'm not giving up, because love just wouldn't let me if I wanted to...but I'm certainly wising up. I'm getting nowhere fast by myself here, but I'm not really getting anywhere with you either, am I?
I don't know why you even keep me around.