Nov 27, 2005 00:16
i wish to feel smaller under your sheets
i wish for the whole truth every time you speak
i'm thinking about how you care half as much for me
as i watch you arise, smoke cigarette, sleep
i guess it doesn't matter what i say or what i seem
you stuck what i felt for you in the pocket of your jeans
ignoring me the morning after isn't enough
i swear i'm gonna cry i'm sick of trying to be tough
my blood won't stick to the contents of my viens
your heart is gonna tear mine away
i wish to feel smaller under your hands
though you seem satisfied as you slip mine down your pants
i'm thinking about how you care half as much for me
as you lift up my shirt after asking politely
i guess it doesn't matter what i am or pretend to be
cause it's her you'll always love and it's her i'll always envy
i wanna end this now so dreams of you won't keep me up
but i swear i'm gonna cry i'm sick of trying to be tough
it's hard to find what i want when it's burried beneath the biggest rock
i could pay lots of money to help lift it with machines
but i'm not sure you'd cooperate, not sure you'd come clean