There's something rather sadistic
About how I prepare to be alone
I withdraw into my little world
Surrounded by the music I own

I flick from album cover to ipod
Looking for that perfect track
Looking in someone else's heartache
To find the strength that I lack

Then I find a song with words I know
I press the fateful button "play"
I let the melody sooth my pain
And my empty tears just run away

Sitting in my silent sobs
Singing the words within my head
I try to decide whether to pack my bags
Or to carry on with you instead

There's something deeply immoral
About how I psyche myself up for heartache
How in an instant my hopes are dashed
And its my own heart that I break

For as I listen to my perfected playlist
Of all those famous melodies
I lose myself in words of others
And forget that this is you and me.

Its me and you. My love. My one.
What new stupidity rules my day?
Why am I sitting on the floor crying
When you havent even gone away

There truly is something sadistic
About how I cut emotionally out of protection
When your still coming home to my bed
Showing me endless love and affection

Oh sometimes I really am just a fool
I need to stop worrying that you will disappear
Because if Im not oh so very careful
You'll have a reason to not be here.