The Other Guy

I'm just the other one...

The one that gets your attention

For mere minutes and you're barely there.

The one that you rendezvous with

At specific times, during certain days.

You're satisfied but I always leave a piece of me behind.

I'm starting to want more than

The scrapes and crumbs,

You've been throwing my way.

I'm barely getting by

But more can I do? What can I say?

I know what this is, thought it was enough

But I know I'm just the other guy...

And I know that that's all I'll ever be...

And either have to be okay with it,

Or let go of the thrill you seek and I provide

That comes to us every other weekend

I realize I'll never have those midnight pillow talks,

I won't have to meet your friends

Or try to impress your parents.

I'll never share more than my name and address,

Cause I know that I won't ever change.

I was born to be that guy;

An ephemeral presence in your life.

The one you won't remember by name

But remember those nights and all that we did.

I'll be the mistake you said you made

But we both know that's not the case,

That's not the case... :(

Every now and then you'll remember my face,

In the middle of the night or the streets that you walk.

Hope for my own sake that one day it'll all make sense...

I wasn't meant to stay, I was just the OTHER guy.

I'll never be THE ONE,

Just one you call a mistake

The one you'll always regret

But won't ever forget...

I'm just the OTHER guy.