You said that you weren't ready you said you needed time,
you said, "Let's be friends," and at the time I thought, "Fine."
I mean we get along great I guess that's the attraction,
in any relationship friendship holds a large fraction,
over lust over longing, not that they weren't there too,
which was why I was so shocked upon rejection from you.
You told stories of lost love of needed reflection,
I figured we just spoke 'cos you liked the attention,
and whilst that hurt, I can't lie, I think I liked that side too,
but still, was quite shocked upon the answer, "No," it's true.
And I hurt for a while, took my time to get over,
went out and got drunk got with girls who weren't sober.
They helped at the time cos it made me feel strong,
"I can get with a girl, who cares if it's wrong?"
I might have even moved on, who knows, there's a chance,
might have buried the memories into the place known as past.
But then, like a shot, you had to rear your head,
spitting and shouting, filling mine up with dread.
With sweet paranoia that makes me lose sleep,
you crashed back into my life and my hopes you did beat.
But this time not alone, oh no, not that kind,
this time there was a man to help batter my mind,
I've seen you with him in the shops when I was buying a hat,
I saw his name on your status, I clicked refresh and laid back,
thinking nothing more of it than, "Oh, you're just friends,"
but then I saw you'd left three kisses and it made me think again.
Now I see him more often and I know that it's gone,
any hope that had lingered has packed and moved on.
Is he pretty, is he tall, does he have lots of money?
Does he have a good job, is he fit is he funny?
Is there any good reason or am I just that shit?
I look at his pictures, "Oh, I guess that's it."
I've lost out yet again, not surprised after all,
it's happened before, just you feel like more of a fall.
I'll get up and get on put you down as a mistake,
a mistake that I guess someone else didn't make.