Disposable

When we' re together.. It's always so amazing..
Because you never seem to want
to let me out of your sight..
And I am sure that you are the one
I was meant to be with..
Nothing has ever felt so right..
But when we are apart..
I have to wonder where exactly it is that I fit in your heart..

It's that whole damned obligation thing again..
I've never been one to go and settle for playing second fiddle..
And alot of times it seems more like I'm the monkey in the middle...
And I know I really shouldn't complain..
You're doing it all on your own..
And yes I really do think that it's
just great.

Not like I didn't know this ..
from the beginning..
And yet I jumped in anyway...
So here I am taking a backseat.. to kids
and pets and football games..
Guess what it comes down to is am I willing to settle
For weekends, and when she has the kids..

Sometimes I just feel like something so diposable..
Should I stay or should I go...
Don't really want to be disposable....
I don't know..
But that' s exactly how it feels...
That I'm Disposable.