Strangers

i'm not saying you are mine

and mine alone

but it hurts the worst

when you choose strangers

over me

why

do they succeed

where i fail

do they win

when i lose

i am not without

my own fault

but the bottle is no stranger

to me

when you sneak out

will i cross your mind

tonight

or shall i cross my fingers

that you remember

to come back

i know i can't be all the boys

you'll ever love

but it's strange

that you are all of them

to me