you never made me happy.
i had to pull your box down, the other day, to find a phone number. i ended up sitting, Indian style, on my bed, and taking things out. one by one. remembering why these objects, used to mean something.
sometimes i come home, and check my caller id. it's still the first thing i do. and usually, you're still there. a two in the morning phone call, that proves you're still thinking: lindsey.
but maybe for all the wrong reasons.
i miss you because you're the only one i allow myself, to remember. illogical as this is.
because missing bo, is ridiculous.
and missing michael, is a waste.
but missing you? i guess it's the only option i've got.
because at least you're missing me, too.
but i know you're not my one, because i keep thinking: he'd be perfect if...
i was beautiful the other night, when you walked in. i was everything, i'd promised myself i'd be, the next time you showed up. you sat down and i was glowing. shining. i wanted to close my eyes, and imagine your gaze, unable to break from my face. my absolute confidance.
i wanted to be the woman that said, worlessly: i dont need you, at all.
but when i turned my face to you, you were looking another way. staring somewhere, anywhere, but me. and it was a sudden recollection, of all those times, i'd walk in. and hope maybe this time, your mouth would drop open and you'd say, "baby. wow."
i was never the girl, that stopped you in your tracks. but you were always the boy, that could make me cry the most.
i only miss you when everything else, is at it's worst.
sometimes i come home, and check my caller id. it's still the first thing i do. and usually, you're still there. a two in the morning phone call, that proves you're still thinking: lindsey.
but maybe for all the wrong reasons.
i miss you because you're the only one i allow myself, to remember. illogical as this is.
because missing bo, is ridiculous.
and missing michael, is a waste.
but missing you? i guess it's the only option i've got.
because at least you're missing me, too.
but i know you're not my one, because i keep thinking: he'd be perfect if...
i was beautiful the other night, when you walked in. i was everything, i'd promised myself i'd be, the next time you showed up. you sat down and i was glowing. shining. i wanted to close my eyes, and imagine your gaze, unable to break from my face. my absolute confidance.
i wanted to be the woman that said, worlessly: i dont need you, at all.
but when i turned my face to you, you were looking another way. staring somewhere, anywhere, but me. and it was a sudden recollection, of all those times, i'd walk in. and hope maybe this time, your mouth would drop open and you'd say, "baby. wow."
i was never the girl, that stopped you in your tracks. but you were always the boy, that could make me cry the most.
i only miss you when everything else, is at it's worst.