cursed.

Full of beautiful lies when I'm preaching truth,
I've always said 'keep your dreams close', but I've got empty hopes.
I'm some sort of hypocrite, I know.
You invade my daydreams and I hate it, I do
but how I love the image of you
This memory's past fresh, but it still burns and it stings
and yet I can't patch it up no, I'm waiting for the scar to show

he's standing beside me, while you're miles away
yet you feel so much closer, you're inside my head
again

I tell myself I'm ok, I tell him I'm ready
I tell myself I'm needy, I tell him I'm easy
I know that I'm lyin, He's not even trying
but he's got my heart wrapped up all pretty
And in the back of my mind, i know
that this isn't right, no
I keep thinking that maybe
I might not think of you tonight
And that makes me feel alright