my love for you obviously doesn't mean a thing
I've been trying to capture you for years now
I thought perhaps I could be that something
to make you smile for the rest of your life

I have heard over and over about the one
who never seemed to do the right thing
you put your heart out for everyone to poke
before I had the chance to mend the wound

without any kind of warning, it was stolen
taken by someone neither of us saw coming
who had no intention of sharing their own
so now you're lost leaving me all alone

I had such plans for what we would be
I dreamed of a wedding, a house, children
Today came and unwell met, sick and tired
my age old desires were dashed to pieces

I shouldn't get down on momentary frustrations
I have yet to hear you wish me salutations
while this is the time I should be strong
all I can think of are the words in your song

I fought for so long to never become
the sad voice that I've heard all along
I tried and tried to keep my chin up
in hopes of getting to sign a prenup

but it never worked out in the way i wished
on this day I had such a clever plot
but when i awoke from my unbearable slumber
I was struck with illness that kept me in bed

I disappointed my friend who had been waiting
for me to pay our way into the city
she worked so hard on her painting
to be thwarted by something which immobilized me

As I asked for a date to reschedule
the sound of my heart cracking on the line
made me feel sorry for myself for being stupid
because my desire alone couldn't get me started

I made myself a fool, calling out your name
like you really cared what I was feeling
it must have all been my imagination
pretending you were put here for me

In my dream, i finally touched you
as i did my gravity fell away
and I was jettisoned across the universe
to a dark empty place where no one can hear me scream

I wonder if I was always there, cold and distant
waiting for anything to shoot by
a beacon of speed and light to carry me off
close enough to a sun so I could feel some warmth

My iTunes has decided to mock me
with a cover of a song by Letters to Cleo
but before I have a chance to tear up
I am grasping the toilet with my residual strength

No matter, I feel you holding my hair back
to reinforce my desire Simple Plan floats by
a punky sound jig about personal addiction
I know I'm sick from interpersonal withdraw

if this is what she did to you, what you've done to me
be glad that your have succeeded in revenge
I'll be untouchable for the rest of my life
still i want nothing more than to hold you close

As long as we can't see beyond a desire we can't achieve
we'll be holding on forever
to an empty box postmarked ages ago
which was never going to be enough for me

If I can't be with you, I can't hold onto you
If i can't hold onto you why should I dream?
each time i see you my hope is destroyed
until I can make a stand for your affections

But I am assured every time I sign online
that you want nothing more than to fall apart
you're allowed to live your own life your own way
and I could be wrong, so in this state I will stay