Wonder What You're Thinking

We sit on your couch.
You ask me,
"What's my future?"
And I'm asking myself,
"Does he?
Does he see a future with me?"
Couldn't be right?
Maybe I'm just stupid.

He's asking me with that lost look,
like he really wants to know,
and it would pain him if I gave the wrong answer.

You told me two years ago,
that romance wouldn't be in the cards,
but I still wonder what you're thinking.
Plenty have said you're just using me,
but why do I get the feeling that's not true?
You wanna spend the whole day with me,
not just in a hotel.
You wanted to live with me before
and still offer the same thing today.

I don't want to be stupid and be wrong,
I really don't.
But damn it, I can't let you go.
Seems that I'm learning more from sad songs
Than trite how tos on letting go.

I wonder what you're thinking.
I hate being stupid.
So damn stupid.
How could you not love me?
When everything tells me...
That there's something you're not telling me?
Why did you even come back?
Why does it not bother you that I'm crazy over you?

I wonder what you're thinking.
And it's driving me crazy.
And you won't tell me.
You won't.
Seems like we'll be dead
before you'd ever say the truth.

I just wanna know
if I was ever that one.