When there’s no point to this, anyway,
And my longings aren’t real, anyway
And we’re just friends, only friends, anyway,
When we’re only emailing, anyway,
And it’s simple business, anyway,
And it doesn’t matter, anyway,
When it’s just a regular old Tuesday,
And it’s ordinary talk, anyway,
And there’s nothing special, anyway,
You take a while to respond,
Shamelessly
And my heart skips a beat or two,
Restlessly
And I sit there waiting, waiting
Breathlessly
For a few letters typed out
Thoughtlessly
On your white keyboard at home
Mindlessly,
When it really is quite acutely clear to me
That we are not “just friends,” anyway,
And it’s not just business, anyway,
And it really does matter, anyway…
When I need to end this any way
And need an out of it any way
And I say goodnight ‘cuz it’s the only way
I hurt.