Why Do I Do This To Myself?

One of these days, I’ll wake up.
Stop dreaming of a love that won’t ever work.
Accept the defeat of a dream
And keep you as the cherished friend
You know you’ve always been.
 
And yet, in the lonely dark,
It is always your familiar form  
That I crave to feel beside me.
 
A week can pass without a single word  
But with a wry twist of that talented tongue
You can bring me running again.
 
Who’s going to finally be the one
Brave enough to pull the plug?