One of These Days

You're so immature, and we can't make this work.
In my head, you're a blur. I'll get over it.
I'm so sick of the fights. If we can't make this right
When I sleep in the night, I'll cry over it.

I never thought I'd end up in this play again
But I guess I was doomed when I picked up my pen.
There's no actors or actresses willing to try
To play through me and you, not a day in the life.

We'd wake up, we'd go out, we'd have pizza and sex.
You'd go home, I'd log on, and we'd fight like the rest
Of the nights that we might've had something to win.
But instead we both lost cuz we played out our sins.

"One of these days we're gonna change our ways forever."
We said it, and said it, and screamed it.
"One of these times we're gonna make a life together."
But I guess we didn't believe it.

You're so immature, and we can't make this work.
In my head, you're a jerk. (But I know I am, too.)
I'm so sick of the fights. We should break up. Goodbye.
When I wake in the night, I'll cry over you.

I never thought I'd be such a loser in love
Cuz when you were with me, I couldn't get enough
Of your touch, of your voice, of your eyes looking through
To my core, letting me know..
You probably wanted to play video games.
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We'd wake up, we'd stay home, it was hot in the summer.
We watched Whose Line and Let's Plays and made out like lovers.
We made dinner and held one another so close
And you kissed me goodnight when you had to go home.

"One of these days we're gonna change our ways forever."
We said it, and said it, and screamed it.
"One of these times we're gonna make a life together."
But I guess we didn't believe it.

You're so immature, and we can't make this work.
In my head, I'm not sure that I'm over you.
I'm so sick of the fights, so I turned out the lights
That shone hope all those nights I spent loving you.