Tomorrow

How is it possible,
That not even halfway through this day,
I know that when tomorrow comes
I will not want to wake.

That 'tomorrow' is just a continuation of 'today,'
And nothing will change.
I will still be the second best, 
The second in line.

And before you try to argue,
Trust me, I have thought this through.
I have seen all sides,
Read every line and all the in-betweens.

And I can see, plain as day,
That I am no one's priority,
No one's first choice,
No one's one and only.

And so, tomorrow, if I wake,
Please just leave me be.
Don't try to indulge me.

Because I know that come the next day,
We will be right back where we started, 
With you over there and me, alone.