Roses

Someday soon, today will fade into nothingness
Before the moment I am here again
Contemplating what constitutes dignity
And how I think of you more than a friend

I find it quite hard to be emotional
And I know you're with him all the time
As I lead myself on an on again
Coping, hoping, trying to survive

I hope that I won't become a narcissist
Knowing that's the cliché thing to do
And so, to ease the pain of luck and loneliness
Here's a confession from me to you

I'm glad, he's glad, while I am hopeless
I hope that he likes your roses
Hope you know you're always on your mind

I try my best to stay composed
And soon I won't care I suppose
I'll try to stop wasting all your time

I take solace in restrain and apathy
Knowing that there's much worse, [?]
And as I hold it in, it festers up in me
Every night in bed I lie awake

The implosion of thoughts is like a tidal wave
Sudden burst that drifts me out to sea
And every time it gets even harder to tell
What I want and what do I believe

I hope you don't feel guilty or responsible
'Cause everything I feel tries to escape
And I am scared to death my misplaced anger
Will find your ears every time I break

I'm glad, he's glad, while I am hopeless
I hope that he likes your roses
Hope you know you're always on your mind

I try my best to stay composed
And soon I won't care I suppose
I'll try to stop wasting all your time

And you're as neurotic as I am paranoid
And my failed self could doubtly use your help to fill the void
But I know you like him a lot and that I can't avoid
Why can't things never go the way of a deadbeat lonely boy

And I hope that he likes your roses
And I hope that he likes your roses
And I hope that he likes your roses
And I hope that he likes your roses
Hope you're happy too