passing glance

does it ever occur to you that i'm just a passing glance,
an appetizer to your main entree just a backwards glance
and someone that you maybe kinda like,
but not one that you care to see as much as you'd have me believe?

and all the "i love you" goes a long way for a bit,
and it takes me a while to realize you're full of shit,
because friendship is more that "i love you" and hugs
and sometimes i wonder if it's me that left you or if you are really this...

it's twenty to ten on a friday evening and i'm sitting at a desk,
it's summer and i don't care if i'm even really dressed,
because who's gonna see me, except my own pathetic self?
who's going to call me up and ask me out and prove me wrong?

it's a strange life to live because i always feel in limbo,
and i'm looking up (which isn't healthy) or looking down (less so),
but there's nowhere else to go,
so cry me to sleep or sing me a song, or give me a call,
prove me wrong?