Mercedes The least you could do was just tell me a lie

[The least you could do was just tell me a lie] Mercedes

Sometimes when we talk I get the urge to tell you I love you I don’t always say it though

You talk about your mother with me, you speak like she Hung the moon and stars for you Tell me we’d get along

It makes me really sad, and I’m afraid to tell you because it’s a me problem that I can’t function around people when they speak of their mothers That an overwhelming jealousy takes me over

Holding back tears while singing hymns because I watched a mother lovingly touch her teenage daughter And I stopped knowing how to function

I’ve told you it made me sad before You apologized, and I felt bad Because you said you’d stop talking about her but I wanted to know So bad Even if I lost control of my emotions at 8:07 on a Tuesday evening

I think you forgot though I think I forgot too

6 months of your “I missed you” False promises And puppy love compliments

I’ve thought about yelling at you Ghosting you And forgetting you

“I think I’m going to go to sleep now”

Sometimes I don’t say it because I have to think about it Finger over the send button I shouldn’t have to think about it that long

Or maybe I’m wrong

Sometimes when we talk I get the sudden urge to tell you I love you I don’t always say it though

My friends aren’t horribly fond of you They used to be Telling me how nice you sounded

Then you said something dumb Then something dumb again And again

Deep choked breaths in hallways with concerned friends

Wanting you to guess why I’d cried those days Because how could you not know?

I gave up, got over it

“He’s tying you down! And after everything he said!”

No

Okay I wouldn’t know anyway

I’m over it I swear Let’s go back to normal for the sake of consistency

Maybe you’ll forget Maybe we both should

6 months is hard to explain

Sometimes when we talk I get the urge to tell you I love you I guess you’d already know that though