I sit on my old broken porch
At my old broken house
and I ponder as he holds my hand
I feel guilty for thinking of someone else other than him
He throws me a kiss that I never wanted from him
He looks me in the eyes and asks me what's wrong
I tell him he's not the one
I sit on my new bought couch
At my new bought apartment
And I ponder as he clutches my waist
I feel guilty for thinking of the man I can't be with
He throws me words that I never wanted from him
He looks me in the eyes and asks me what's wrong
I tell him I still think about that other one
I sit on a new plastic sofa
At a new plastic shop
And I ponder as he kisses me on the cheek
He looks at me the way I want the other to stare at me
He looks me in the eyes and asks me what's wrong
I tell him I'm waiting for someone else
I rock on an old small chair
At an old small home
And I ponder as the other tells me his love
He kisses and holds and looks the way I always wanted
But I realize something is wrong
He doesn't look me in the eyes and ask but I know
That I've been searching my whole life for him
Though he was never the one
