Chasing the high, I want to do something else tonight. I want your fingers running up my thigh, I want you to focus on something other than her tonight. You like to talk and you love the game, you know the one we both decided to play. You got under me time and time again to get over the broken heart she left you with. I broke my own heart helping you mend yours. 

I can tell you're dying to feel something new and every time you look past me it's a reminder that I'm not her. The empty look in your dark eyes, when you're looking at me but you don't see me. The look that let's me know I'm alone once again, that I can't fix what she broke but I can try. 

At the end of the night, I can tell you want to make it hurt good not bad, but it does hurt and it hurts worse than I thought it ever could, being the woman that can't save you from still thinking about her.