May Sometimes; Nostalgic And Slightly Insecure

God, I hope you remember those nights,
The one's where I said I was through;
I wrote a bad song,
And I tried to make it full of emotion:
It was just wishful thinking
As I prayed for a just one more good fight;
We would both be on our way
Soon enough, but still later
Than tomorrow as just
Another day brought:
You with a new girl
And me with a new phone number,
But the same old shit,
Runnin' around in my mind,
Your mother said you were somewhere
With the new crew when
I tried to reach you:
I nodded politely and cried until
I thought that maybe you could hear;
Some nights when I've
Got nothin' to do,
But sit around and read the books
You had recommended for me,
I wonder if you start to sing
About the things I had always
Put you through,
Because of my intolerance
For pain
And my sarcastic surge of energy;
I thought you were at least
Some type of "sort of,"
But we all know how it worked out;
You said your best friend
Had gone somewhere
Where he could find the old group,
That broke my heart
By stealing my glory;
You said she was May Johnson sometimes,
But others, she was the spitting image
Of a little girl like me,
Stuck in your big man world;
And if I weren't so cheap
And full of bad ideas
I could help out the whole class
And write in pretty little lettering
That I was the only girl
To try and forge a smile,
Because they were all
Nostalgic, but slightly insecure