Playing With Your Toy
So you don’t want to be a couple
It’d draw too much attention
Meanwhile your friends talk anyway
You know I’m pretty serious about you
I’m expressive and sometimes openly depressive
When you say I hardly show it
You consider us more than friends
But less than lovers
What would even change if you said yes to me and not the others
I don’t know, but I’m willing to find out
But you refuse to give me... us a chance
You say we’re too busy for each other
High schoolers, with too much on our plates
No time for unimportant things like dates
Even though I’m always willing make time for you
You say don’t you have someplace to be?
Something to do?
I guess it’s not obvious there’s nowhere I’d rather be than here with you
You told me once you admired a friend
His story of unreciprocated feelings
One sided likings
Devotion despite a lack of social motion
Touched you
Well, glad to know our situation is so different
Sorry, I know you worry about the hurt you might be inflicting
I don’t blame you for feeling different
But I still sometimes feel the stinging
Not from rejection but a neglection to my unresolved feeling
I mean, I claim to be ok with just being friends
But I betray myself, still wanting more
I told you I didn’t like people who obsess over relationships
Well, I guess I don’t like myself
Even though I felt this love boat was sunk before leaving port
Bon voyage and then such a shame
I’m not having so much fun playing this single player game
I really wish you would flat out say you didn’t like me at all
I might not spend so much time trying not to fall
Off this bridge that you sometimes seem to be burning
Even though I’m slowly learning
It’s not your intentions but your actions that you express
Merely trying to get my reactions, while I’m trying to get your “yes”
It’s not your fault for wanting to play
But this toy is breaking every day
I know I’m not always clear in what I say
You being here distracts me, ok?
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