why-do-i-do-this-to-myself

[why-do-i-do-this-to-myself]

our friends ask me

do you like him?

i pretend to be surprised

what?

inside, i wonder

is it really that obvious?

and do they ask the same of you?

[why-do-i-do-this-to-myself]

i hate to be cliche

but

like the arctic monkeys said

i just wanna be yours

[why-do-i-do-this-to-myself]

lying on the floor

heads close together

singing along to duran duran

'her name is rio

and she dances on the sand'

we don't know who we are

we don't know what to do

but

we have each other

and

we have these little moments

calm in the endless storm of life

and sometimes

that's enough

[why-do-i-do-this-to-myself]

are we even friends?

is friends even enough to describe us?

am i to you what you are to me?

what are you to me?

[why-do-i-do-this-to-myself]

when did this happen to us?

when did we stop being strangers,

people who recognized each other

but barely spoke

to whatever we are now?

where we stand a little too close to each other

and laugh a little too hard at things nobody else would find funny

[why-do-i-do-this-to-myself]

every time you make me laugh (often)

every time you make me smile (every day)

every time i catch you looking at me like that

i die a little inside

because i know what we could be

and it could be beautiful

but we wont

our friends wonder

'will they, or won't they?'

and

as much as i hate to think it

we won't

we'll dance around it for too long

and then it'll be too late

we'll part ways

lose contact

not for any fault of the other

just because that's how it is

maybe we just weren't meant to be

but

maybe we were

[why-do-i-do-this-to-myself]

in a crowd

our eyes nearly always find each others

but

is that because i'm looking

and your eyes just happen to pass over me

or is it because

your eyes seek out mine too