Heat and Friction

I hate you because I miss you,

I wish,
I could find and kiss you. (corny, eh...stop judging yourself)

But now you've gone with someone else,

This is what you wanted huh?
For me to suffer huh? (says my ego...)

Well now I hate you  more,
I'm trying so hard to forget you, whore!

I want someone else.
But they're not you. (I should pick up a bag habit)

They don't touch me like you do.

But now I have to imagine you.
With someone new.

Some view...
Some new,
Guy touching you.

Taking your scent for granted.

'You and me' remind me life is not a fairy tale.

'Our' absence has made my life a personal hell.

I just want to see you here again.
I wonder what you represent?

I wish,
I could fill this hole up with something else,

But I sit here empty, by myself.

This is beyond beer or addiction.
This is more than heat and friction.

I just... I thought it was gonna be you...

But you can save me,
And I can't save me too.