Welcome to Healing

They know how to break you down,
Not to say that some of us don't get back at them,
In terrible fucked up ways,

They say all is fair in love and war,
I think that needs some revision,

Look at us, we're the nice guys,
You already knew what that meant signing up for it,
We don't win often,
We don't get laid a whole lot either,
But you still signed up,

I wish there had been a recruiter,
Who would have told me the legitimate truth about this,
How much it would hurt when they left you,
Or how it still hurts when you leave them,

We are the ones who fall for the girls,
Dating our friends,
We are the ones who keep quiet about it struggling in silence,

We are the 'nice guys',
But we don't easily give up on that,
We are the silent zealots of love,
Constantly believing slightly further than our doubt goes,

Falling in love too easily,
Too quickly,
Too loudly,
Too truthfully,
And unapologetically,

They know how to break you down,
But we usually win,
Quietly,
The ones that do give us a chance,
Won't ever forget the time you showed up with flowers,
For no reason other than you knew they'd smile,

So don't give it up,
Don't let it go,
Throw it in for whatever it is that gets you laid,
Consistency is key here,
It's about your reputation as a man,

Not your reputation behind closed doors,
Where you cry over each one of them,
Even if they were never yours to begin with,
Where you scribble down in your notebook how many times,
You missed them,
How many times,
You wanted to call them just to hear that smile again,
How many times,
You wanted to hug or kiss them just to make sure they were real,
How you wrote about her for six months,
Six months! after she left you,

The depth of our loneliness,
Is what keeps us appreciating the ones that matter,
So don't you fucking let go of what you have,

It hurts now,
It will hurt always,
Just not as bright or as furiously,
That fire dies down,
Once you stop it from burning holes in your heart,
And those holes heal up,

You are a commodity,
They just can't fucking see it yet,
You are the gasoline in Mad Max movies,
You are the next big christmas toy,
You, are the next person they want to roll over next to,
They will wait in line for you, with tents,
They will buy tickets for you,
You will outsell Avatar for some lucky girl,
So quit hanging up the sign that says,
Sold out due to heartbreak,
You are only turning them away,
With this shit,


You are the one,
For someone out there who has wasted way too much time,
WITHOUT YOU,

You're out there,
You don't even know it,
But you're out there,
And they're looking for you.

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