You're the glare in my glasses, the dirt that gets in my eye,
the sand in between my toes, the one who only says bye,
a reason for a stupid decision, an excuse for a cheating man,
an error during the big game, the disappointment of your adoring fans.
A broken guitar string during a debut performance,
the one that sticks out of millions, all performing conformance,
the feeling when a lover joins the army, and is quickly shipped out,
watch the girl standing at the dock, wet face and a side order of pout.
The bear trap that catches the unsuspecting hunter,
the only one blitzing going after my punter,
reason to regret, reason to forget,
reason for debt, only example of a nonworking duet.
The foot of the beach roamer, stomping on kids' dreams and castles,
reason why i got stopped at security, and was exceptionally hassled,
the one who held me up, the closer who never pitched and blowed,
yet when the going got rough, let me drop and just decided to go.
You lifted me high, just to see me fall from the sky,
I must have been dreaming in the stars, since not once did i not cry,
when i was with you....