And it's crazy
When that moment comes,
And you realize, that you're constantly
Left wondering
About the "could have beens"
Because you just miss them, that much.
I know that you..
You're not supposed to be mine.
And yet, at odd little moments
When I least expect it,
You're the one that ..
I wish I could be with.
It doesn't matter
That we just aren't good together—
Hell, half the time
We can barely manage being friends.
So tell me, what's the point?
Why am I greedy enough
To be left, always wanting something more?
We'll never be able to make it work.
But there's a part of me
That needs to have you in my life—
Just as bad as I need to breathe.
A reckless infatuation
Is all I have to offer.
And I know that it won't ever be enough
For what we both really need.
But promise me something anyway.
In those odd little moments,
When you've stolen my breath
And left me aching for the impossible..
Promise, in that desperate time of need,
I can have you as my everything
Even if it means nothing at all
In the end.