I can’t help missin’ you
Sometimes I feel so weak
And maybe it’s five am
But I haven’t got much sleep

You’re probably drinkin’ coffee while I’m dwelling on the blues
But baby sometimes I just can’t help reliving you

You are that stuttering
In a car that just won’t start
You are the swollen scars
On my empty heart

And my phone just sits there silent and I just want to make that call
Damn, these feelings just don’t make any sense at all

You don’t mean anything
More than a boy who wasted time
Sometimes I just want to scream
‘Bout the way you haunt my mind

You’re probably strumming your guitar to a girl fallin’ for you
But baby sometimes I just can’t help wanting you

Don’t you just want to break?
Just fall for me?
I’ve been so damn patient
With the secrets you keep
I watch your eyes, I hold your name
Baby, I just can’t help missin’ you

I can’t help missin’ you
Yeah, I feel so lonely now
Living in faded pasts
Don’t make sense anyhow

You won’t miss me and I know you won’t call
Missin’ you don’t make any damn sense at all

But I can’t help missin’ you.

So my roommate read this and asked me who it was about.  She said that at first she couldn’t read it because she knew it was going to be sad, but in the end, she just wanted to know who the damn thing was about.  I couldn’t give one answer.

This song isn’t really about one person.  There are two people that really inspire certain lines, but in the end, it’s kind of a cluster-fuck.  The coffee line is about a certain love of my life, while the guitar pertains to a man who never really was mine, but is just someone beautiful and sad to watch… I guess just sometimes I find myself longing for something that may have never been there, or once was, but now is so long gone I should be over it.  I know that I shouldn’t miss these people, those feelings, that past, but I can’t help it.  Sometimes I just can’t help myself…

I guess sometimes I worry that missing someone shows weakness, and I was weak at the moment of these lyrics’ conception.  It was five am.  I was lonely.  I missed someone I can never have, and it feels like life is a story of one unrequited love after another.  I have this old blog entry I wrote, years and years ago, about unrequited love…

I should put it on here sometime… I thought it was one of the greatest things I’ve ever written.  That’s my life somtimes, pages of love stories without endings.