Why (not) Me?
They always leave for the girl with the beautiful hair
The blonde streaks glistening in the mid-July air
She’s nothing, they say, she’s average, she’s normal
But that’s what they want, not me with the turmoil
See the strangest part is I’ve always seen it coming
When we’ve gone too deep and they look like they’re drowning
She works a very regular job at a regular company
Grew up in a regular house in the city of Albany
It’s no surprise they choose her, she’s the girl next door
They don’t know that pains me, and it hurts my core
Sometimes and only sometimes I wish I could be that way
But it doesn’t suit me, it’s not something for which I would pray
Maybe someday they’ll wonder, look back and remember
Those cold airy nights in the middle of November
When we snuck into the beach and we shared our secrets
where we looked at the stars and spoke about our regrets
Then maybe they’ll see what I was saying all along
That I’m a broken guitar trying not to play a sad song
It doesn’t matter now, at least they look like they’re happy
She’s showing him books and movies I’d prolly call sappy
She probably calls him, never scolds him, never ruffles his feathers
She probably feeds him and holds him when he’s under the weather
I know you must be thinking I’m obsessed but I’m not
I’m just sad she’s enjoying all the things that I taught
