I'm Not Him and I'll Never Make You Feel The Way He Did

Hold on Don't let it fade away We all want What we can never have And I'm not him I'll never make you Feel the way he did And that's alright Too late to sort it out Is it too late to push away the past I can't sort it out You'll have to pardon me for the day You have come here to say What have you come here to say That I don't already know If I could take it away Don't you think I'd take it all away for you It's too late to sort it out It's too late It's much too late I keep waiting Keep waiting to hear I keep waiting to hear you say It's never too late We all want What we can never have We all want What we can never have Hold on Don't let it fade away We all want What we can never have And I'm not him I'll never make you Feel the way he did And that's alright Oh, just stop She says she just keeps running Running from or running to I just don't know But for all the running she has done I wonder if she knows That destination may not be met with open arms She says she cannot settle out That one foot is always out the door Because she rather stay in make-believe Engaging with the phantom in her head Now she lingers on in pretend Not engaging with the real She says she wants the feeling back She wants someone to make her feel Like the phantom man who holds her still But all she really said is that she wants to resurrect the dead She says she's looking for the person who can reenact that dream But she really is just saying that she's pausing just for him And I understand the message I read it loud and clear You aren't the only one to lose someone that you once held as dear You aren't the only one who paused their life Wishing they were here I did my time in Wonderland I know exactly what you mean Hold on Don't let it fade away We all want What we can never have And I'm not him I'll never make you Feel the way he did And that's alright I couldn't care any less for this conversation Call me jealous Call me selfish But I know this train of thought I don't give a shit about this phantom man He simply does not exist Just another shadow figure A character drawn into this fantasy you hit me with Like the nightmare mother Or the body-starved monsters You whispered in my ear