and the only thing we have in common is a love of old architecture...
By the way, sunshine,
He's exactly like you....height, build, political views, and attitude towards people....especially women. But it doesn't matter to me, I'll never want him. As he listed off the girls he had been serious with and laughed, I thought to myself, "My number is one. I've loved one person. And that's the only person I want to love..."
He can be an asshole all he wants...I've known him a long time, I know that's who he is. I also know there is a part of him that won't remain a jerk forever...but I haven't any need to see that part; I never want him to love me because I never want to love him...I never want to love anyone else again.
I laugh and call him out: "You don't actually know that...you're just testing it out on me and seeing how I react so you can try to read me."...I know you.
No pretenses.
I know who you are, I know everything about you.
I know the jerk role is to keep me at a distance so I won't get attached...but you don't need to do that with me. I won't get attached to you.
You use your harshness to keep others way from you...but I see the cracks in your facade.
I saw it clearly, in your bedroom on your dresser are picture frames still full of photographs of you and her. You said, "I know I just haven't done anything with them yet," ...but it's been since June. See, there are parts of humanity you miss.
Just drape your arm across my waist as you sleep [and I'll pretend it's him], and I'll let myself out in the morning.
He's exactly like you....height, build, political views, and attitude towards people....especially women. But it doesn't matter to me, I'll never want him. As he listed off the girls he had been serious with and laughed, I thought to myself, "My number is one. I've loved one person. And that's the only person I want to love..."
He can be an asshole all he wants...I've known him a long time, I know that's who he is. I also know there is a part of him that won't remain a jerk forever...but I haven't any need to see that part; I never want him to love me because I never want to love him...I never want to love anyone else again.
I laugh and call him out: "You don't actually know that...you're just testing it out on me and seeing how I react so you can try to read me."...I know you.
No pretenses.
I know who you are, I know everything about you.
I know the jerk role is to keep me at a distance so I won't get attached...but you don't need to do that with me. I won't get attached to you.
You use your harshness to keep others way from you...but I see the cracks in your facade.
I saw it clearly, in your bedroom on your dresser are picture frames still full of photographs of you and her. You said, "I know I just haven't done anything with them yet," ...but it's been since June. See, there are parts of humanity you miss.
Just drape your arm across my waist as you sleep [and I'll pretend it's him], and I'll let myself out in the morning.