I don't want to keep being your maybe I don't want to keep being your hypothetical I don't want to keep being your shadowed fantasy I don't want to keep being your naughty little secret I don't want to keep being your ***** on the back burner I don't want to keep being your inferior alternative I don't want to keep being plan B
I want to be the girl, the one, you know what I mean
The laugh that keeps you craving more and more The smile that makes a day full of rain feel like a sunflower garden The touch that makes the pains of yesterday feel non existent The snicker that reminds you of play time as a 6 year old The sarcasm that keeps you on your toes The soft voice that makes you think about how good of a partner I would be The drive that makes you want to be a better man, better future husband, future father
Instead, I am the token of *** that makes you hard Instead, I am the moan that distracts you from your problems you pretend to ignore Instead, I am the breath of fresh air that reminds you how suffocated you have felt for years Instead, I am the burden that you can't seem to ignore Instead, I am the voice in the back of your head telling you that you need to make a decision and you hate me for that
I don't want to fall for you. But I think it's five months too late for those emotions