Something more concrete than words, something more ambiguous than flesh
Without finding either, you and I add more scratches
Around now, when our memories have begun to ring with boredom,
We gauge the distance of our hearts with a mutual glare
We're worthless lovers where, even though we don't intend to break up,
We only ever grow anxious and mischievously knock each other around
Stay near me... even closer...
I can't utter that single phrase
If only I could be so selfish I'd amaze you
* Something more concrete than words, something more ambiguous than flesh
Without finding either, you and I add more scratches
Don't make any more merry than this
I wonder why it hurts to watch
You having more fun than me?
...I'd rather be your fiancé
You want to tease me, don't you? You purposely don't answer my message
And blame your still-wet manicure for it going to the answering machine
"Nobody understands you better than I do"
That kind of attitude rubs my pride the wrong way
** We can't go back to being friends; I can't live for just you
While we lose our bearings, you and I kiss over and over
Don't feel any more troubled than this; I wonder why I feel lonelier
The more I hold you dear?
...Even next week, I want to be your fiancé
* Repeat
** Repeat
...I'd rather be your fiancé