Something Real

I'm so sick of you!
Running through the rain
Anger behind my eyes
I hate the way you make me feel
There's hurt and pain
Fighting and lies
But it doesn't seem to matter
Its somehow to real

And that's what I hate
You make me crazy
Make me mad
Make me wanna cry
Make me shout
Make me sad
Make me shy
Make me pout
And still somehow you make me happy

Happy because I like you?!
How can I like you?!
Your eager and mischievous
Relaxed and calm
Ridiculously huge
Undieably devious
Perfectly muscled
A definite scrooge
Yet when you smile
It doesn't seem to matter

I'm so tired of you.
So I'm running, booking it.
Yet I somehow know your gonna catch up.
And then maybe you'll hug me
Tell me everything's all right
That your sorry
But what am I saying?!
I don't want your apologies
I...I just want you.

And that's the truth.
And I'm running,
Running from you
Cause I'm scared
Of relationships
Of getting hurt
Of how you make me feel
Cuz what you make me feel
Is real.