On his way to you

It hurts, loving your man Miss Right
While he takes my hand
and i gladly give him it
Trying to believe i can own him.

And while we roll through the sheets
There i lie, comparing this to
what Elton felt when he belted
that blue-ish song with that hat on.

But true love cant be half-way done.
You cant have it "semi-rare"
Baby its hardly there
so it really never was.

So when you pick up your phone
crying to me of 5 years of love
That now seems unrequitted
I tell you of the pains i have felt
with a love that isnt done.

But this hope glitters in me
And i too would like to believe it
So i belt to you like that man did
Of true love that he must've felt
Wearing that funny hat,
hoping it exists.

And within you i see what i dont ever want to be
eyes-a-tearing, nose-a-streaming
Neither regretting nor letting go
Plus all the regrets that you cant let go
And i get scared of ever being there again.

So i'll give Miss Right a closer chance
Cut the drama a lil,
I'll hold my fingers still
If he doesnt call me, i wont call him
If he doesnt care, i wont neither
If he doesnt want, i wont
If he, I wont

Leaving it all up to him. While slowly, i give him all my power.

I will never understand this love-less life.