Sometimes I say “I like you” out loud just to hear how it sounds
It’s not always for you and I’m always alone
But it’s nice to vaguely taste company every once in awhile
And not the company of laying in your bed, expecting the ***, then trying to be friends
I know what I am to you
I’m the outline of something you want me to do
And I’ll be that
Til you tell me you like him now this week you're busy
And my “I like you”s once again become anybody’s
                                       “anybody”s
I can’t be mad
I’d agreed
But when you leave your **** point her to the place of platonic playmates
Where she doesn’t have to **** to feel like she’s friends
In the end company always tastes like smoke or skin