still

i was the one you talked to all night
but you would spend it with someone else

i was the one who wrote love songs
but you listened to someone else

i was the one who could listen
but you confessed to someone else

i was the one you watched, in the strobo light, at the disco
but your arms were around someone else

i was the one you liked to pass your fingers in that crazy hair
but you liked to go hand in hand with someone else

i was the one who made you laugh
but you were crying for someone else

i was the one you talked to on the phone for hours
but you watched tv with someone else

i was the one you asked advice on what to wear
but you undressed for someone else

i was the one to pull your hair back
but you got drunk with someone else

i was the one who thought you were the one
and you, still, don't know