remembering the first time we met
remembering how I hated you and you hated me
funny the childish ways my mind used to work
funny how it took me a lifetime or two to finally be
completely comfortable with what you meant to me
id never tell you this, its not a huge deal
hell, not even sure if any of that **** was real
yet i felt something there
covered behind those angry stares
we exchanged insults and never kind words
yet given the chance id follow your world
distance and time, never the right place
seems right, to never have held your hand
or kissed you cheek, talk is big
but my walk is cheap
you assured me I'm a *****
though drunk messages led to bashful smiles
honestly we might have been good for each other
but that's something i tell myself im content to never know
happy for you is all i have to say