this situation

nightmares and daydreams
and i remember that first day
[not] needing to be sowed up at the seams
how could i know i would have so much to say
passing statues silent
and surrounding ourselves with only the best
a heart [not] wanting to relent
a mind [not] wanting to impress
but we sat, 70 miles per hour
three days and two nights
feeling the slipping of power
[not] acknowledging what could be right
because the similarity was scary
the laughter was too much the same
the diligence would become weary
and she was turning it into a game
you don't have to step back
if you never try in the first place
so i stood in my meadow of lack
and asked God for some grace
all that returned was "just do it"
like a stupid Nike advert
so that question i let hit
and that conversation you did desert
it became a matter of technicality
was it because of this or because of that
being forced to face the treacherous reality
needing to take a look at the facts
no, this cannot be mine to hold
even if i know places we could hide
even if there is somewhere only we know
i [cannot] wait [again] for the other side
[i can't let] you get me so twisted
[i can't] know everything about you
in spite of the tides that are shifted
i [cannot] want you 


please don't be in love with someone else
please don't have somebody waiting on you