The Taste of Denial
I find myself feeling so cliché at times.
I want what I can't have.
I need you but not that bad.
Thoughts of jealousy never cross my mind when I picture you with him.
A typical story with a typical ending,
Despite all my break and bending;
Despite all my break and bending;
You know what you are to me
And yet I still float here weightlessly all the while.
For my sake I'll swallow my heart and gag at the taste.
I don't love you, I won't let myself.
Or is that just the taste of denial.
My mind is what's in control.
Emotions hardly ever play a role.
It pains me to say
How easy it is for me to turn away.
What I need is what our friendship is lacking.
I will never ask for more than what you can give.
I know what you can and what you refuse to.
Being strung along is something no one should have to get used to.
So all and all I ask myself.
Do I fly or do I fall?
Run away from what I feel,
Or abandon pride to seal the deal?
I'm just praying for the next best thing.
To take my mind away from what has been.
All summer long they've come and gone.
But still, for your hand I seem too long.
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