Maybe I Need Some Rehab, Or Maybe Just Need Some Sleep

we drove home in silence.
awkward small talk still peppered with stabs.
but we sang together and laughed.
the company was so enjoyed, i missed that smell.

i knew he was still thinking about me when i saw him the next
day.
i felt his eyes, and sensed his scheme when he followed me back
outside.
he never let the girl too near me, or let me out of his sight.

i remember when it used to be like that..
pretending like im
the other woman when thats all they'll ever be.

as i danced in front of them i could feel their eyes, and her clutch him
closer.
he smiled when i laughed and looked for me when i wasn't there.

i didn't say goodbye to him either.
not because i really don't care, but because i need to pretend not
to.
i still feel safer on thin ice with him than on solid gound with everyone else.