I've tried for weeks to write about you,
but something keeps the words just out of view.
The story I know, you're just out of reach,
it's not about love it's just about what I can learn or teach.

There were nights in your bed I'd search into your eyes,
and find you not there, just some mortal coil disguise.
But I can't pretend I have the world to give,
this is just now, I know... I know what this is.

But I'm not in love with this role anymore
I'm not in love with this game,
I'm not in love with poetic masochism.
I just want you to see how bad I get.
I just want you to see how I get.

It's not that type of pain but I'll take pills for that too.
I want to pretend I'm not just some melodramatic fool.
So maybe if I drink more I'll convince myself
that this isn't petty, and maybe I could use your help.

But I'm not in love with this game anymore,
I'm not in love with this pain.
I'm not in love with old habits of self-defeating.
I just want you to see how bad I get
I just want you to see how I get
on these nights when you're out and I wait for your call
wishing that you would want me kiss me
and I spit in the eyes of poetry, all this trite shit I write
oh beat me kiss me
I just want you to see how bad I get
I just want you to see how I get...

...without you. 
and whatever you mean to me.
Whatever you mean to me.

Pretend
by Kevin Sean
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