There is a part of me that wants an answer, a part of me that doesn't want to know. A part of you that I am in love with and a part I am willing to let go. This is a delicate unraveling. Now and then I find pieces of the floor. Tiny little bits that tell me maybe I shouldn't take this or love you anymore.
Someone is going to have to fess up. Someone is going to have to clean this mess up.
Wonder what will make you happy. I wonder what you'll do with it all. I have a map in my hands, but somehow I still don't understand why I have to always miss you. Why I have to make the call.
Before you drive me away take a good look at me. Picture me not lying naked on the couch. I wish the best for you every time you go through this before you finally figure it out.
I wanted you the first time. I loved you from the second. And I don't know how that ever goes away. As far as I can tell, you're really good at talking. I think it's time you let me know I'm just your latest mistake.
Someone is going to have to step up. Someone is going to have to clean this mess up.
