It's been pretty and it's been light.
My stupid heart now wants more,
I can see your face, you say 'But it wasn't our arrangement?'
I'd cringe and I'd say 'Yeah, I just thought...'
Well, I can't compete. For your time. For your affection. For a space in your life.
Your days are packed. I'm guessing most of your nights too.
Knew this from the start.
Hell, I wanted the same thing.
Keep a lid on it...
But the lid recently broke,
The cliché spilled out.
I won't put up a fight.
I won't compete. For your time. For your affection. For a space in your life.
I shouldn't have to.
Not with you.