i dont have to be more than a number in your phone
i can be nameless if you want
i dont have to cry when i hear your dishonest tone
i can be in your back seat in the parking lot
i dont have to talk when you want me to obey
i can be as cheap as those condoms you barley bought
i dont have to hold your hand when you want to play
i can let go and fight my thoughts
i dont have to love you if you dont want me to
but i cant promise ill ever stop loving you
inside or out screaming or unsaid
my thoughts my days my everything needed you
i dont have to pretend that it doenst bother me
when you lie, steal or cheat
but i have to pretend that it doenst bother me
or i will no longer be a memory or a lover you keep
i dont have to throw punches to fight with you
because every move you make trust me i think through
your motions are repeats of stories you faked
your every word is perfect because they are what you make
youve got skill youve got charm youve got nothing but everything at all
you left the door you wont come in youve taken my everything without even a call