what do you want me to be?

The best of times but also the worst
I knew it would end, how could it not
we found each other, but from the start we were lost
and the battle was over, but it was never really fought
complicated has never been so simple
I knew I loved being with you
but in our passion, there was a constant crinkle
something was wrong, and there was nothing left to do
but to end it, and I knew it hurt
even though you never told me
we had to stop, before we got caught
but through it all Im not sorry

I could be the best
or I could be the worst
I could love you unconditionally
or I could treat you like nothing
What do you want? dont say your sorry
Ill be whoever you want me to be

We felt a tug, and went with it
and it was bumpy and it hurt, but we had so much fun
I knew you werent good for me, but you had so much wit
I ignored the warnings, and cursed them when we were done
you hurt me, but the hurt was so good
and I wont forget you, but I know I should
so kiss me again, if you dare
and hold my hand
dont act like you dont care
its too late to make that stand
I dont care if Im your man, or the other
as long as Im near you
and dont say its the truth, when it couldnt be farther
so look at me, tell me now, what do you want me to do?

I could be the best
or I could be the worst
I could love you unconditionally
or I could treat you like nothing
what do you want, dont say your sorry
Ill be whatever you want me to be

is this really just a fling?
your showing and telling, every cut and every bruise
as we sit in the night, on your swing
and you show me pictures, so I can see everything you lose
what you had, when you were a kid
and where it all whent
and why it is that sometimes you lose your head
and I know your broken, not just bent
so how is this a fling
cus it feels like the furthest thing
I know too much about you
for it to be possable to think your just to screw
and you know so much about me
that when Im gone, your not happy
so what do you want, dont you dare say your sorry
Ill be whatever you want me to be

glass bottles

When I heard of the broken bones and shattered glass
all I could think of was hurt feelings and bruised pride
and the cold empty space it left between us
and the good chance that you could have died
and no one understood, why it was exactly that I was so upset
I think what it was is realization
as I thought of us while watching the sun set
and nothing scares me more than this one consideration

We hold our lives in glass bottles
and they are oh so fragile
we fight and survive so many battles
but thos bottles can be smashed without a struggle
and theres nothing we can say or do
that can save us when our time is through

when we fought last night
like we always tend to do
and when you left, I was overcome with fright
because I know my realization is true
What if you bend so much, that you finally break
and the last thing you heard me say is "I hate you"
and you never realize how much is truly at stake
and you never know, because I never said "I love you"
itd be so easy right now to apologize
but I fumble and struggle to pick up the phone
I just sit in bed and agonize
and you wont know how much you meant to me, all youll know is that tonight you died alone