thanks but you are not him

you call yourself
mister big
and that just seems unfair

'cause i've seen the end
i've seen it all--
the whole torrid affair.

and now it's like
a waiting room
only i don't give a care

about all the things
that're inbetween
all the extra layers.

i've pockets full
of expectation
but nothing's really there.

two realities
just collided,
completely unaware

and left me
naked, with this love
that you could never dare.