You leave so carelessly only come right back around on the weekend.
It’s the late night texts and slurred words in calls, asking what I’m doing?
But I’m the one who should be asking you that same thing.
I see you type and I wonder what you’re going to say.
Then I’m overcome with silence, because you say nothing like you know I push pause in my life when it comes to you.
But I’m so tired of waiting.
Am I just some hookup on a list of names you’ll soon forget or am I the one you actually think about??
Am I the one you tell your friends about, and if they know why don’t I?
Care is a relative term.
Especially when actions contradict.
I wonder what you want from me.
Why do we run in these circles and play these games?
Cause you know you could have me if you wanted, but all you ever do is let me down.
Am I some mistake you wake up to asking yourself why did you go there again?
Or am I the one you see yourself creating some life with? And if that’s the case, what is holding you back?
You talk about your family like you want me to know them, but I wonder if they know my name.