I stretch my arm out
I play with the air
and fluff the air onto my back
Next month I won't be alone
but in two months I'll have to deal with being alone
I'll have to learn that things can stay the same even after they've changed
Some things can be constant, some people always mean what they say
It's scary to think that this man won't go away after I shut my eyes
It's scary to know someone is staying because I myself am always changing and moving and going and now I'm staying
I'm choosing to stay and for once someone is choosing to stay
but no, the truth is, that it's for once, someone that I want,
someone that I truly want in every way: I can be vain when I say
there's not a physical feat about him I don't like, even his flaws
gets me to stay, nothing about him will have me turn away or
look with disgust: for once, someone I want, will stay
Sorry to be vain, it's the only time my girlish young heart can say
with a bit of pride and arrogance, that someone I like,
who looked like he came out of my fantasies will stay,
it makes me a bit bashful, it makes me hide my face away,
blushing and turning slightly red when I look at him,
to be a little vain, just a little vain, I can't help it when he looks my way, his nose, his jawline, everything about him, even his flaws,
everything makes me cover my eyes and look away, he thinks I look too much so I'll look away from him, I look away and hold my face into his chest and peak up to him, he loves me like a woman and holds me like I'm his little girl, grabs my face to kiss me like I'm his prettiest angel in the world
The moments I'll have space to myself
What will my legs do?