well now she's
gone and done it,
but it's not her fault, i mean, i'm
hopeless already, hopelessly hopeless and
now at least i know, i
understand why my life was acting like a
primetime drama, a
tv show, i realize who the star is and
it's her, i'm not even a main character,
because fuck,
everything
comes back
to her.
(every-thing.)

she's perfect and she knows it and
i wish she'd let me have you, though
i know she's not keeping you, not at all but
fuck
let's face it
you said it yourself
things will just come back
around, no matter how indecipherable you are.

(i wonder if you're
playing me like a piano, like your guitar,
but i can't make music.)