A Three-way of Me, Myself, and I
Can't get it off of my mind,
It's there most of the time
And the rest of time is just a lie.
The days that've come since we last...
Almost out number the ones since passed......
Do you even remeber the day we met?
Friday night has come and gone.
I'll find myself in a sad song.
Remembering that what was,
Was just what was in my head.
I don't want your sympathy,
I don't want your pity,
I just want you to be with me.
And I'll pretend to myself,
That I'll find somebody else,
And everything will be just fine.
Saturday has gone so slow.
Got off; and no where to go.
Funny, how talking to the wall
Helps me find the man I really am.
Another week has come and gone.
And I still find my self alone.
Staring at your number in my phone.
Fill my head with bud light
think of you and spend the night
Find my cell and try and roll the dice?
Sunday night has come and passed.
I spent last just night waisting gas.
Pretending that I'm having a blast
Anyway, the memories are better then the past.
I don't want your sympathy.
I don't want you're pity.
I want to be inside of you;
It's only fair because you're always inside of me.
When will rational get the best of me
I wonder how long like this it'll be,
I wonder how often you think of me?
You know at least cheaper then therapy.