Curled up under the covers
My coffee cup in hand
Reading about young lovers
Trying to understand

I could stay here for hours
Thinking of only his name
Smelling his bouquet of flowers
Looking at his picture frame

But the morning has to end
I must wake from this dream
I remember I'm only his friend
I must get over this scheme

This scenario where he'd choose me
A happily ever after
Though my heart buzzes like a honey bee
Whenever I hear his laughter

I'll be there for him in the meanwhile
His quote-unquote wing woman
Seeing him all dressed up makes me smile
But it's not for me, it's for Lin