i think the worst part
is that i can't even be mad at you
i can't scream or yell or cry
because you don't owe me anything
i'm just some girl you kissed in the dark
with shaking hands and dry mouths
my head filled with dreams of you
so this is really my fault
because i shouldn't be hurt when you go out
and get drunk and kiss other girls
you won't call me yours and i won't call you mine
and i'll say that's okay because i'm just happy to be close to you
and no matter how much my heart twists in my chest
when you forget to call me back
or the way i feel my chest caving in
every time you talk about ******* some girl at a party
i will always find my way back to your bed
i will let you wrap your arms around me
and i will close my eyes and pretend, if only for a moment
that you love me too