I often over analyze everything you say.
Your words, your actions,
are in my mind dis-conveyed.
I'm not sure if I have a grasp on what your intentions really are.
Whether they be good or bad we've made it this far.

And that's a good thing right?
That I believe the things you tell me.
And that's a good thing right?
That I feel your actions are true.

I'm scared that I'll be lost without you,
And  I worry you'll be too.
But I can't fake this anymore,
I'm done being so insignificant.

I'm not going to be a forgotten call,
I laugh with them all and you fall.
I'm not going to be your late night score.

I'm not going to be your little love *****.