i'm dropping hints and allegations in the dark,
because faith in this is all i have.
i'm leaving messages,
and hoping for a phone call,
but this picture in my mind is all i get.
don't make me be the last to know it's wrong,
because i don't like throwing my heart around.
don't tell me that we're "just too good of friends",
because i am smart enough to know that's never how it is.
i've got this knack for being honest with myself,
then pulling the wool over my eyes when i know it's not right.
you've got a silly way of keeping me at arms length,
then pulling away as soon as i get close.
and now i see that the only thing you want from me is another reason to let go.
i gave you everything,
and you took nothing less,
but i can't waste another second trying to make this last.
don't wake me.
i don't want to leave you,
and in my dreams i can always see you.
i remember when we ran through my house,
raced up the stairs,
and collapsed in the dark.
don't wake me.
i don't need to miss you,
and in my dreams you would always listen.
i remember when you told me i was everything you wanted,
and "all of the above."