Since March, Since September, And Still

Since March of last year, everytime I go to sleep,
You're always right here next to me
Whether I stay up late or I go to bed early,
you're in my life until I wake up in the morning.
And I don't know if I love it or I hate it,
but it's more painful than I'd ever like to admit.
It's masochistic but it's almost really worth it
to be able to be with you for even one more moment.

And everytime I have to wake,
I come to terms with my actual fate
That the only thing lying next to me is
a couple books and a pile of CD's.
I open my eyes and begin to return from
either the past or a future that could have been.
Even though it's been almost a year now,
It's like you've left me all over again.

And just last week, and also last September,
We were sitting in a crowded vintage theatre.
I can't remember what was up on the screen when
You moved your body in closer to me, and said,
"I think it's time that we stopped pretending
that you weren't born to be sitting here next to me,
that we're not in love with each other.
I think it's time that we got back together."

And everytime I have to wake,
I come to terms with my actual fate
That the only thing lying next to me is
a couple books and a pile of CD's.
I open my eyes and begin to return from
either the past or a future that might have been.
And even though it's been almost a year now,
It's like you've left me all over again.

It's like you've left me all over again.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la.