well i wish i could still say that this all still seemed worth it,
but by now i'd just be kidding myself.
maybe i'm that running joke
that you tell all your friends,
and they'll all laugh and never understand the way you ripped out my heart,
and now you hold it in your hands,
and as hard as i try,
i can't get it back again.

i think that i could be anything to you,
but you won't let me.

so don't try to say that this was "meant to happen,"
if it was i think i'd know by now.
i'm sick of you always letting me get close,
and then somehow you still shoot me down.
well, i'm not like you,
and i won't let go just because you said "no".
yeah, i'm not like everybody else,
but i thought you would know.

well i turned off all the lights
and i tried to make myself disappear to you.
i turned off all of my telephones,
but still your calls came through and you said,
"i don't see why you have to be such a bitch about everything."
i went back to bed,
pulled the covers over my head,
and i'll stay like that until you go.
if you could just let this go,
i swear i'd even drive you home.
i'll play whatever you want on the stereo,
and know i'll never be that cool.

i swear that i don't need this,
and i promise that i know that i'm better off alone.
if you'd let me have it this time,
i would let you know that i'm not going to go.

and you could be my star,
burning down whenever i get cold.
yeah, you could be my star.