Original London Cast of Mess - Simple Things Lyrics

Another night
The same tired fight
A notebook of simple stuff
Where nothing is quite enough

And if he called/She never calls
I would still be enthralled
Why won't time movealong
Here I am, still holding on

I disappear/Done waiting around
Wish things were clear
You won't remember me from a simple simile
This is not supposed to make me lose my m-
All I want is someone near to hold me tight

Another night/No more texts, no more calls
Like every

I'm almost going to bed, Rach
Fine
See you when you get here

Well now she calls
And says "fix my mess"
Is that all she thinks I'm for?
I wonder if things can ever be like before