wasted

I want to get inside your head
But I know I don't belong there now
It's tug of war with a crimson rope
And I just know that somehow

This has gotta work out;
I gotta move on.
But something about you
Keeps playing on and on
It's like that song
That never ends.

I want to scream out loud
But the pillow just suffocates me every time.
It's like that dream you keep on having
And I just want to make you mine

I want to cry it all out
But your kisses catch every little tear
None of them wasted, none of them drunk
So scared, so full of my unspoken fear

This has gotta work out;
I gotta move on.
But something about you
Keeps playing on and on
It's like that song
That never ends.