Concerns About Whatsername

We spent the day alone.
Jerks don't deserve her, maybe she deserves the jerks.
I've spent so many times going over memories, maybe it's time I become one of them.
I look at the clock to count down the days so maybe it's time to be the countdown.
With all this talk about bullets, maybe it's time one of them belongs in me.
When she's gone without goodbye, maybe I need to let go.
By the definition of tomorrow, maybe I don't belong there.
After fading in on the bleeding walls, maybe take time to analyze the floor.
Because porn has lost it's purpose, maybe wipe the tears from her black cheeks.
Maybe say good night.
Maybe say good bye.
Maybe...
Maybe one day she'll realize that her dreams are my nightmares.
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Maybe one day I'll hang in there.
Maybe she'll be that one that I fought for and against.
Maybe I can ask her for once.
Maybe friends are all we can be.
Maybe she won't forget and she'll be eager to listen to what went on before I met her.
Maybe I'll finally learn where she came from.
Maybe she's not so jumpy after all.

Maybe...

Maybe they'll both be there.
Maybe I'll still be the favorite.
Maybe they'll be there.
I will be.