If I make you so happy,
Why are you always talking about other guys? (it hurts so bad)
Talking about your ex's, your wishes, other crushes
Can't you see, (why oh why?)
When you talk like this,
I feel I will never be good enough,
never good enough to please you.
Well we were watching TV just the other day,
And that cute guy came on from that one show,
You got starry-eyed, said you wanted to marry him, have all his children.
Great, there's your 500th husband,
And I don't even make it to the bottom of your fantasy list.
Won't somebody tell me what they have that I do not?
I may not be beautiful, but I give you everything I've got,
I drag myself through misery, just to make you happy.
You get drunk, I pretend I don't mind,
You flirt with my best friend, I look the other way.
Oh can't you see,
The pain, it kills me,
I love you but you just keep on talking,
Talking about that guy from the movies,
You've got a thing for almost any guy that's famous,
But me, I'm just too plain.
If I had a nickel for every time I cried,
I'd be the richest man in the world.
The feelings that you stir,
They're about to boil over.
Quick, take me off the heat, save me from myself.
All that I need to hear from you,
Is that you'll just love me, love me for me,
Don't expect me to be famous,
I'm not going anywhere,
I'll never make it to the top,
Never to the top. (not with you treating me like this)
You leave me with this feeling of emptiness.
You claim that it hurts you that I haven't kissed you,
Well it hurts me too, but it's hard to kiss a girl,
A girl that is in love with the guy from that one band.
It wouldn't be so bad, not so bad,
If you would just keep them to yourself,
But no, you have to tell me how amazing every other guy is,
In the meantime, I feel so hurt and lost.
Well there must be a reason for this.
Am I just to plain, are my jokes too lame?
When we lay together in bed, I feel so happy,
Till you start talking about your ex-boyfriends.
Suddenly I feel like I have my arms wrapped, wrapped around a beautiful disaster.
When I think of kissing you, I wonder will you be kissing me?
Or will I just be the canvas for one of you fantasies?
WIll you love me, or will you love my body?
If I were to disappear, would you(oh would you) even care?
If I told you I was never coming back, would you cry?
It I were to tell you how I really feel, would you still be there for me?
