I look at your face and it all comes back.
The stolen kisses and evenings spent underneath the sheets.
You were gorgeous to me, a guy who I truly wanted to be.
No ****** intentions, just sweet innocent moves.
But how was I to know, what you really were.

A guy who built me up, gave me hope we would be together,
But how was I to know, what you were about to do.
Ignore me for days,
Leave me praying you didn't run away.
Then you did it, sent me the message. It's over, written in stone.

Every stolen kiss, gone in the air.
So when I look at you now, they float around in the air.
I wish this wasn't so,
That you could look at me with lust,
But instead you see me as this girl,
You stole a kiss from , two , three times maybe four.