• It doesn’t mean anything.
    I am constantly telling myself that.
    The only reason you talk to me is because she broke up with you months ago.
    Even though you tell me you like me,
    And I’ve admitted to you and myself that I like you too,
    Nothing will come of it.
    So now I have to tell you,
    Stop talking to me like you want me.
    Stop thinking about me before you go to sleep.
    Stop leading me on every night, telling me you wish you were with me,
    And then before we say good night tell me how much you miss her.
    I’m not some girl you can have a good time with,
    I have feelings and every night you hurt them.
    So now I’m saying goodbye.
    Because what we have doesn’t mean anything.