head ache

tell me i look different to you
that time has a way of making us into people you dont want it to

and you could try to explain away the things i know you feel
i know what you want
and i know you dont want what you want to be real

but all this talking gives me a headache
trying to convince you that i believe you
but you know its not true

i just dont get why you would leave that part out
if you were ashamed
or just couldnt remember

because you cant prove skin on skin contact
i want my heart back

but even still
i understand mistakes
too much for my own good
too much for what i know i should

and maybe thats why you wanted to see me
calling me probably two too many times while i was sleeping

maybe he left you weeping
and i was too tired to realize
when its still too dark in my room at six a.m. to look into your eyes

but you made your way too my bed so surely
sneaking in my room hoping the pull of the sheets wouldnt stir me

and then you cuddled close
like it was something i didnt know
you never came back

after that cigarette break
it took you too long to get back

but i made the choice to leave the confrontation out

hate the way you try to hold me
reminds me too much of the bold me
not the one you left lonely