You could be lying next to her and still think about me, wishing I was there instead,
You hate the fact that I parade around in your head at the very moments you want to forget about me,
Shit, you couldn't even do that if you tried,
I may not be five or ten years older, or have that experience you require under my belt,
But I got that fire and desire you crave,
And that otherness that must be felt...
Only by you. It's always been for you...
But here I am, and there you are...lying next to whomever, if that's the case,
Which one of us is the loneliest? I, who's learning to live without you by my side, or you, who's living a lie, craving to have me near?
