I don't know what i'm doing anymore

logically i'm not listening to myself
why I can't walk away
i need to put it up on my neatly dusted shelf
and just dream of another day

chorus:
I don't know what i'm doing anymore
and I don't know why i persist
I don't know what i'm doing anymore
why i long for those fabulous lips

forever indebted to his curiosities
though i see it as a threat
oh but all that he has taught me
through his neglect

mutual admiration
aimless fascination
it's so vexing
a complex fling
of things he'll never know
too much to hear
the will is not there
i'm worth it I swear

chorus
(how'd i get myself back into this)

he loves me like passing at night
a rhyme that he writes but sometimes forgets
and i will get just what i need
i will end up right where i'm supposed to be
and i refuse to be that she
so baby i know you won't
but don't cry for me

cause..
chorus ("you don't" instead of i") x2