I know you don't love me
I love that I hate you
You don't love me, you love the idea of me
You're right. I'm just a slave to the memory that I have of you. But that changes nothing.
And you said you would take care of me...
By all accounts, I did my part. You're the one that quit.
You only miss me when you feel alone
Maybe I don't miss you. I just miss the person I was when I was with you.
I'm just a fantasy to you
But you are real to me. And I have to learn to separate what feels good from what is good.
You just want what you want when you want it
But I want what I want too