i just want to be real to someone

If you walk away I walk away
first tell me which road you will take
I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday
so you walk that way I'll walk this way

everything we once were is sealed in a box in a garage somewhere.
does it haunt you?

you tell me that you think of me when you touch yourself.
how does me knowing that help anything?

you tell me you'll never love another the way you loved me. . .forever.
what do i do with that?

and the future hangs over our heads
and it moves with each current event
until it falls all around like a cold steady rain
just stay in when it's lookin' this way

you tell me about your life in pieces. fragments of reality.
why don't you ever tell me the truth in its entirety?

what is true?
i don't know if you even know.
did you ever?

i'm tired of being a memory. a fantasy. a wet dream.
idolized. immortalized. standing on some pedestal when i'm deathly afraid of heights.
that's not who i'm meant to be.
this kind of "love" just hurts.
it's never enough.
it will never be enough.

if you ever loved me at all, you'd let me go.
it doesn't work if only one of us does the letting go.
you keep showing up.

I just want to make a clean escape
I'm leaving but I don't know where to
I know I'm leaving but I don't know where to

(italics are lyrics to a bright eyes song)