So this is how I spend my days with you now
Only to find that you get home when we both have to go to bed because we have work in the morning
Because we can’t seem to get along when we do have time together
Your words feel real this time
I can feel each one pelt my heart
This kind of talking has awakened my irregular heartbeat
The kind of dance it does when it knows it’s almost over
You say that I’m special and that you would like to keep me as a friend if it had to come to that
That sleeping in the other room might help us both decide
That you don’t want me to leave just yet, but you want to separate while keeping me here
Holding me near…from a distance
Of all the oxymorons
If you let go, you let go
Who are you fooling?
I’ve been there love
It prolongs the pain
What kind of sadistic game are you running on me?
Keeping far enough to try and let me go, yet near enough to keep the last flame kindled
I won’t let you do that to me
But I want you to
Because, as always, we’re at the opposite end of the looking glass
Maybe it’s my experience in long relationships. Maybe not.
But I’d like to think that things aren’t as bad as they seem.
That couples have quarrels
The more I grow into comfort the more you grow out
What is all this about
And why are you doing this now
Dragging me across the line
We are separate and your phone is locked
But you ask who I talk to like we’re together
You finally said those words that were like suicide to your ears
The words you didn’t want to hear
It hurt, I saw your eyes tear
“Maybe we’re not supposed to be together. Maybe you’re meant to be in my life as a friend.”
Then we can all be happy in the end.
Let me tell you, those exes that you swear I maintain relationships with
Have all been cut off
I’ve been doing this for too long
I know how it goes
You want to gently back out of this thing
That way it doesn’t hurt as bad
And you fool yourself with this illusion of still keeping me in your life in the future
Not how it works
If we separate it will hurt. Bad.
We won’t talk and when we do it will drive us further
You can’t be friends with an ex you loved so deeply while trying to wade the waters of being single again
There’s too much jealousy, between me you and her
Eventually the next won’t want you talking to me and that’s that.
I know because I’ve seen you do it to girls for me.
It’s called karma
Breaking up and trying to be friends drives a deeper wedge than just breaking up
Just like all the rest, we will play with keeping contact until we realize it hurts
Someone will distract our attention and we’ll get over each other
Then one day one will reach out, in an attempt to not fully forget the other
Short words will be exchanged and that will be that
Or short words will be exchanged and that’ll be an argument with the next and that will be that
Our relationship will diminish into the likes of turn strangers passing each other in the streets.
So tell me what you want
Because despite all the fighting, it’s worth having you sleep next to me
I guess I’ll see you next lifetime love.