This is all I'll ever be to you, right?
The one you call whenever it's convenient for you. And of course, being the fool I am, I'm the one who's always conveniently there. Wrapped up in glee one moment, totally devastated the next.
When the girl you've been waiting for arrives, while you're with the girl you hang out with in the meantime, where do you go? Who do you choose? We both know who. I just always chose to fight my fate.
My chest aches, hurts so much. But in a heartbeat, I smile without hesitation, let you have your bottle of beer together in privacy. While I wait for the ache to pass, two seats away. I walk it off, but it still stings from across the room. Until I finally come up with a convincing excuse to get away and I'm more than 24 floors away from the torture. You smugly think it's for your own good -- so you can have your time alone with her. Ha. I wish I were that numb.
But I will be.
Tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow, I'll be different. You'll see.
