.. but we're "different", right?

i can't believe i'm sitting here feeling this all over again and i can't believe i can't believe it because i should have known better and i thought i knew what we could be and should be but we simply can't get there from here as long as you refuse to see anything aside from who and where you've been and done and after the last time i thought you got that but it wasn't long before we were right back where we began again and i don't know why you only seem to need me when there's no one else around or why every time you find a new one it seems like you and she are suddenly everywhere i always wished you and i could go but i never asked and i never told and i hate the way that their attention or affection or adoration or youth or innocence seems to immediately elicit the responses i've wanted and needed from you all along and am still waiting to receive and why can't you ever seem to say no to anyone but me? they get your best effort while i get out of your way and wait patiently for you to declare and/or drive them insane and as i wait i wonder if i'm the only one who has ever noticed how perfectly we fit together and i wish that you needed and wanted me like this because i can't be the only one who believes in us any longer because somehow i keep ending up by myself in the back seat of your car sitting on almost seven years' worth of bullshitting around interspersed with the best times of my life while you're behind the wheel driving us around and around and around along the same block a million times and making the same stops on every go and i am pretending not to mind that someone else is riding shotgun again because i guess i forgot to call it or maybe they just got there first but you touched us both the same way and when i saw that i knew it all because it wasn't so long ago that i was in their shoes and you were in mine (technically, they were sandals) and i know how good you can look to a girl who is looking to define herself and i don't know why you seem so surprised when you charm your way into their pants and wind up entrenched in their hearts and thoughts and lives and your intentions are inconsequential once the damage is done and darling, you've done it again and again the shit has hit your biggest fan and once it starts to sink in, it's a bitch to clean up and how can i ask for help when everyone saw it coming and i told them they were wrong? i've never left your side but somehow i ended up getting left in the dust anyway, wiping the egg from my face as you went on to prove them all right and let me down again. unfortunately, my dear, your car ain't big enough for three of us, and neither is your basement. variety may be the spice of life, but this is the same tired old shit in a brand-spanking-new box. go ahead and open it up ... smell that? .. yeah. it's still shit.