You're Not Him

You're not him.

Oh, you're not him.

You're not him.

Oh, you're not him.

I almost said his name

When I ran my fingers through your hair.

My sleepy self expected to see his hazel eyes

Open softly in the morn,

But instead I'm greeted by your stare.

I've drawn this out too long.

I want him in your place,

Holding me.

But you think I'm devoted to you.

But you're not him.

You're not him.

You're not him.

Oh, you're not him.

You dreamt of her again

As you cradled me through the night.

The details of her smile,

The creases under her eyes,

That you've grown to know so well.

But instead you're learning to love mine.

I know you hate to dwell

But sometimes you wanna kiss

Her one more time.

You want to know that she's doing fine.

But I'm not her.

I'm not her.

I'm not her.

No, I'm not her.

You're not him.

I'm not her.

But at least we have each other.

I know it might be foolish,

But let's pretend we were

Meant to be.