This isn't like me, it's not like me at all.
You were the one I would beckon with my calls.
But then you left me, stranded and alone.
And yet, Friday night, you still say "I love you", on the phone.
Not just Friday night, but it's every night you'd call.
I don't understand, still don't really understand at all.
Still so infatuated with you, so you tell me to move on.
But my love for you seems to be the thing that keeps me going.
Yet I find someone else, I don't want to, but I do.
And no matter how I look at it, they don't compare to you.
The words you'd say, the way you'd say them, to try and comfort
me,
It's the only thing that, when I look at them, it's all I see.
I'm so alone without you, and I know that you're still there,
But now that you're not mine, it just seems like you don't even
care.
Now I'm just using someone, that's not like me at all..
Because you're the one that I still beckon with my calls.

 
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