the nightmares after dreams
and two hours of sleep
your face dances like haunting
it's too casual to be love
I'm too jealous to be friends
you take your hands away like you're ashamed

I'm walking in my dreams
you're stabbing me with nightmares

I dance with other boys and
you flirt with other girls
and I cry on the inside
at the end of the night,
we kiss like we're all right
and we go home alone.

I cradle the phone to my lips
and kiss your voice just softly
like I'm afraid to do in person
and into my arms it falls
like the only piece of you that
I've ever been given to keep

all I ever did was love you,
and all I have are pictures
I dance with other boys and
you flirt with other girls
and I cry on the inside
at the end of the night,
we kiss like we're all right
and we go home alone.

I can't sleep anymore,
I can't rest until we fix it
make this better so we won't have to pretend
your lips can only kiss
convinced denials
and I'm asking way too soon

loaded weapon, moving target
and a very easy choice

so in this half-assed attempt
at underdramatizing Shakespeare
think we're better off Romeo and Juliet aside.
tonight it's good enough to know
that you're still lost inside your own sheets
and I can't wait to say goodbye.

I dance with other boys and
you flirt with other girls.
and I cry on the inside.
at the end of the night,
we kiss like we're all right
and we go home alone.