I use to be okay
With just watching you
Live, but I guess
I was just waiting
For you to ask me
to live with you.
And I used to be okay
With the song you wrote
about the girls you once knew
but you didn't seem interested
In finishing
that song about me.
And I'm okay
Sleeping alone
And eating alone
and being alone
But I got tired of being alone
When I was right there with you.
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