| 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 |