The Girl on Your Arm

i guess i thought you were empty
somehow that was more of a comfort
a head full of music notes
head full of movie quotes

why would you write a song about me
when you could write about anything
but then i found a poem with a name
i guess i never thought you loved anyone

so it wasnt that you didnt write about girls
you just didnt write about me
you tell me to calm down, that you'd not hurt me
it's all in your brain, never to be free

as long as it stays on the paper
what do i have to worry about
its me you want to have a life with
and me you want to die with

you dont understand why i cry
it just seems to inconvenience you
out of pity, you offer up the ring again
you are confused when i tearily refuse

i cant make you see my heart
what i've believed for so long is all wrong
did i ever really know you
my friend for so long

why did you want me so bad
if you were only settling for less
i was a happy young girl too at a dance
before you begged me for a chance

i think about the dances we've shared
i've stared at you with my glitter-laced eyes
i've brushed my lips across your cheek
i would never have dreamed up your lies

at those moments, i would have thought
that i was your favorite girl ever
that this was your favorite instant
because it would be in my heart forever

my mind is consumed
more than either of us would like
i try to play nice every day
but i still cry every night

i would rather be the girl in your thoughts than the girl on your arm