losing faith
you fake just like a woman, yes you do, you make love just like a woman, and you ache just like a woman, yes you do, but you break just like a little girl.
See here's the kicker.
"Do you honestly think I'd invite you over here if I didn't have every intention of telling you yes?"
Ya it's like that, only now it's not.
and I'm starting to break into little girl sized pieces because I want it to be like that again.
Somebody, namely --you-- please explain to me what's going on because I'm confused and I hate that feeling.
You said yes, you said yes to me and to us and the saddest thing of all is I can't stop myself from thinking that you meant it, or at least wanted to.
Once upon, "you looked to cute to wake up, you now owe me a goodbye kiss.--L"
If I'd known it was gonna be the last time I saw you I'd have made you wake up and kiss me goodbye.
But I didn't and what goes through my head is that you never really do know when the last time you kiss someone is going to be.
Was that our last kiss....
It can't have been, it was too soon after our first kiss.
But she's got something on you that I don't have and something that I won't ever have, especially not just so I can compete.
Breaks just like a little girl.
Light a candle and lay flowers at the door, for the ones --you-- left behind and the ones who left before.
Maybe I never should have asked.
I got too excited too soon.
And I know better than that, but for once I was getting exactly what I wanted.
Not what I thought I wanted, not what everyone told me to want, but what I really and fucking truly wanted.
I was getting you.
She didn't want you.
I'll bet she never made you cookies, I'll bet she didn't make you soup when you were sick.
I'll bet she didn't lay next to you all night when you were wringing wet with sweat and coughing so hard that you were shaking, I'll bet she didn't rub your back just because she thought it might make the pain go away for a little while.
But she's still got that one thing that I don't.
And you've got a talent for disappearing.
And despite my little sister's efforts, I'm running out of faith.
You're not gonna make the same mistakes he did, but your damn sure starting out making some of your own.
I'm not your go between girl anymore, I've been your go between girl since I was 18, I'm not that girl anymore.
I don't want to be the one that gets told she's second.
I'm not second, except when you make me and that's not good enough anymore.
I miss you.
So can you call me and make it okay, because you don't have much time left.
I can't let you have much more time.
Because if I give you much more time, then I really am second.
and I have to be first.
So please call, because I miss you, I want you, and I know you want me, you told me you did.
Even if I don't have the one thing on you that she does.
I know why you do what you do and the saddest thing of all is I know what's going to happen, you know what's going to happen, but you won't stop and I can't stop you, all becuase she's got that one thing that I don't have.
You want me, you hold me, you think I'm sexy, you love the way I feel, the way I move, the way we fit together.
I want you, I love the way you touch me, the way we fit and the things we laugh about, secret things, quiet things.
Only I don't want to keep secrets anymore, and you said okay, we don't have to.
and that's what I want.
I have the way you feel memorized, I could draw you out, line by line, piece you together with nothing but my lips and the tips of my fingers.
I --know-- you.
and I want you more than anything.
But I can't make this okay.
You have to do that.
So will you?
(please)
See here's the kicker.
"Do you honestly think I'd invite you over here if I didn't have every intention of telling you yes?"
Ya it's like that, only now it's not.
and I'm starting to break into little girl sized pieces because I want it to be like that again.
Somebody, namely --you-- please explain to me what's going on because I'm confused and I hate that feeling.
You said yes, you said yes to me and to us and the saddest thing of all is I can't stop myself from thinking that you meant it, or at least wanted to.
Once upon, "you looked to cute to wake up, you now owe me a goodbye kiss.--L"
If I'd known it was gonna be the last time I saw you I'd have made you wake up and kiss me goodbye.
But I didn't and what goes through my head is that you never really do know when the last time you kiss someone is going to be.
Was that our last kiss....
It can't have been, it was too soon after our first kiss.
But she's got something on you that I don't have and something that I won't ever have, especially not just so I can compete.
Breaks just like a little girl.
Light a candle and lay flowers at the door, for the ones --you-- left behind and the ones who left before.
Maybe I never should have asked.
I got too excited too soon.
And I know better than that, but for once I was getting exactly what I wanted.
Not what I thought I wanted, not what everyone told me to want, but what I really and fucking truly wanted.
I was getting you.
She didn't want you.
I'll bet she never made you cookies, I'll bet she didn't make you soup when you were sick.
I'll bet she didn't lay next to you all night when you were wringing wet with sweat and coughing so hard that you were shaking, I'll bet she didn't rub your back just because she thought it might make the pain go away for a little while.
But she's still got that one thing that I don't.
And you've got a talent for disappearing.
And despite my little sister's efforts, I'm running out of faith.
You're not gonna make the same mistakes he did, but your damn sure starting out making some of your own.
I'm not your go between girl anymore, I've been your go between girl since I was 18, I'm not that girl anymore.
I don't want to be the one that gets told she's second.
I'm not second, except when you make me and that's not good enough anymore.
I miss you.
So can you call me and make it okay, because you don't have much time left.
I can't let you have much more time.
Because if I give you much more time, then I really am second.
and I have to be first.
So please call, because I miss you, I want you, and I know you want me, you told me you did.
Even if I don't have the one thing on you that she does.
I know why you do what you do and the saddest thing of all is I know what's going to happen, you know what's going to happen, but you won't stop and I can't stop you, all becuase she's got that one thing that I don't have.
You want me, you hold me, you think I'm sexy, you love the way I feel, the way I move, the way we fit together.
I want you, I love the way you touch me, the way we fit and the things we laugh about, secret things, quiet things.
Only I don't want to keep secrets anymore, and you said okay, we don't have to.
and that's what I want.
I have the way you feel memorized, I could draw you out, line by line, piece you together with nothing but my lips and the tips of my fingers.
I --know-- you.
and I want you more than anything.
But I can't make this okay.
You have to do that.
So will you?
(please)