dont let me get me, i'm a hazzard to myself.

i don't know what to think, i'm lost whenever i'm with you.
those mixed signals, i don't know how long i can take it.
you make me think you want me,
you bury your face in my shoulder.
you write about deja vu, about her.
is that all i am?
a deja vu of your perfect time with her.
a re-run of your favourite TV show?
good, but never as good as the first time 'round.
maybe its a good thing the sun has faded,
you can't tell if its a tear running down my nose,
or just your imagination.
and i can't see the pained look on your face,
remembering all the better times you had with her.