people change and forget to tell each other

and like i said

too torn up to let you know

you fucked me over

telling me it was a chance to grow

so i have to ask this

because the need to clarify

is something someone stupid and seventeen

would need to get by

if there was ever any chance
keys sticking
but fingers ticking
begging to get by

so lets surpass the passion
fueled by my own loneliness
and get to what it really meant
when you said i needed to get a few more drinks in
already buzzed
my head was fuzz
mistaking your desire to get in
for being a southern gentlemen

but days after i left
let known promises wouldn't be kept
you never asked for the address
complaining i cant stay
as you helped me get dressed

but i cant say i know anything about you
playing would you rather
from the sleep-deprived thoughts i could gather
it never did much
still searching for words in between touch
and knowing better than to wonder if i was better
or if miles just mean something
as in more than i realized hours could be

and questioning now
what the point is
struggling now to get any answers in
wondering nights if roads could lead me there
for the nights stayed, what would the sheets bare?

we were drunkenly tangled until six a.m.
but falling asleep bred emptiness
on opposite sides of the bed
i woke up not knowing what i had been
or even what was expected
your best friend leaping to tell mine
i left without anything being said

so thats where im lost
with you knowing i'll be there when youre drunk
but me knowing all too well that sex isnt love