Try As I Might...

Why?  Why when I need you to not be there, you are?  When I need solitude to bury the feelings, you should not be there... but yet you are.  You and all your insanity, your wit, and your charm... you are fucking there.  I should know better by now that there will never be a me and you... a you that the singer sang to... but it doesn't make the bitter pill go down any faster or any smoother.  I'm lost as I have ever been and I don't know why I never saw you before.  I'm sure you and I aren't meant to be, but it feels so nice to be with you.  Like I said before, the more I know, the more I want to know... that's got to count for something, right?