"It's like some hideous party game where everyone's dancing and no one's getting the prize they want because it's all third-hand and second-best."

Fidelity

You're standing there on the stairs
looking at me with your dark brown eyes,
and it's hard to explain why
I see you, but I picture him.

We're always happy and laughing
even when it's raining,
and I know I'm so lucky that
I have you, but I miss him.

I'm probably naive to think that
I'm not living a lie by pretending,
and sometimes it hurts me that
I'm sleeping with you, but dreaming of him.

You're always kissing me
and I'm kissing you back,
so it breaks my heart that
I like you, but I love him.