I would have done the same thing
if I were you and you were me
I would've done the same thing
if I were normal and you were insane.
Eventually I would've taken off the other way.
I know unrequitted love is a painful thing.
You said the sex, it was just your recreation.
I'm bad at math, can one and one make three?
You were so sure that I would never change
you wanted a simple life, all the simple things
you told me to focus on Now, tried to teach me
to forget myself, sink into this, to find scerinity
one night of passionate enlightenment
one evening, early morning of sensual liberation
temporary ego death in sex between rampant breath and prespiration
then you took off and married him, what a fucked up situation.
And from afar you screamed at me
for my pessimistic, narcassistic, nihilistic tendencies
for mulling over and over the same old endless things
for never walking a straight line, just my endless circling, recycling.
And from afar you screamed at me
damned my abstract thinking, told me to put away childish things
you tried to see so deeply into me but just saw a dead man staring
you tried to be with me but it's so clear I'm never changing.
I wondered about you're sudden change in attitude
Why you suddenly damned me for never growing up like you
why you damned my feet for the ground it seemed they'd never stand on
and I remember that night inside of you.
And it's silly to think, and why wouldn't you tell me?
But I can't help but think, can't ask the question that plagues me
so quick shortly after that eve to grow up, never again to see me
and I'm bad at math, but
why wouldn't you have told me?
My stupid questions. I see the answer clearly.
I'm certainly no role model, no ground or responsibility.
You didn't want to trap me. Didn't want to corner me.
I would have done the same thing
if I were you and you were me
I would've done the same thing
if I were normal and you were insane.
It kills me, the uncertainty, but if it's true,
I couldn't blame you, I wouldn't blame you
I would've done the best for her I could
I would've left one who couldn't provide,
fled to one who could.
Now you reach back out to me, say some things,
and ask me if I have any questions, you leave it up to me
and I'm altogether silent for the one question I can't ask
in the fear of what you might reveal, the thing you might say.
And if it's true, I can't blame you.
I can't ask because I'm not ready to hear you say...
And if it's true, I can't blame you,
I would've done the same thing.
I would've taken off the other way.
if I were you and you were me
I would've done the same thing
if I were normal and you were insane.
Eventually I would've taken off the other way.
I know unrequitted love is a painful thing.
You said the sex, it was just your recreation.
I'm bad at math, can one and one make three?
You were so sure that I would never change
you wanted a simple life, all the simple things
you told me to focus on Now, tried to teach me
to forget myself, sink into this, to find scerinity
one night of passionate enlightenment
one evening, early morning of sensual liberation
temporary ego death in sex between rampant breath and prespiration
then you took off and married him, what a fucked up situation.
And from afar you screamed at me
for my pessimistic, narcassistic, nihilistic tendencies
for mulling over and over the same old endless things
for never walking a straight line, just my endless circling, recycling.
And from afar you screamed at me
damned my abstract thinking, told me to put away childish things
you tried to see so deeply into me but just saw a dead man staring
you tried to be with me but it's so clear I'm never changing.
I wondered about you're sudden change in attitude
Why you suddenly damned me for never growing up like you
why you damned my feet for the ground it seemed they'd never stand on
and I remember that night inside of you.
And it's silly to think, and why wouldn't you tell me?
But I can't help but think, can't ask the question that plagues me
so quick shortly after that eve to grow up, never again to see me
and I'm bad at math, but
why wouldn't you have told me?
My stupid questions. I see the answer clearly.
I'm certainly no role model, no ground or responsibility.
You didn't want to trap me. Didn't want to corner me.
I would have done the same thing
if I were you and you were me
I would've done the same thing
if I were normal and you were insane.
It kills me, the uncertainty, but if it's true,
I couldn't blame you, I wouldn't blame you
I would've done the best for her I could
I would've left one who couldn't provide,
fled to one who could.
Now you reach back out to me, say some things,
and ask me if I have any questions, you leave it up to me
and I'm altogether silent for the one question I can't ask
in the fear of what you might reveal, the thing you might say.
And if it's true, I can't blame you.
I can't ask because I'm not ready to hear you say...
And if it's true, I can't blame you,
I would've done the same thing.
I would've taken off the other way.
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