Tell me I was the life of the party
or that the party was the death of all I once would hold to be true--
or just the death of your streak of bad luck and nonacceptance
Tell me, oh tell me you wouldn't have
gone home with just some other guy because he was some other guy
a college guy to brag of to your friends
And tell me you won't regret all of this in a week or a month or a year
Tell me you were healed, that your incomplete is now a whole,
that you know you're okay, that we're all okay, but this is something which takes two people to see
Or would I be
Just the mirror you look to
to tell yourself there's nothing wrong, to play your favorite song by roxette on my stereo, and bum a cigarette that isn't mine
and wonder why it's never that easy in real life