You're all that's on my mind.
For the past 19 hours and 4 minutes, but who's counting?
All I can think of is how much I want to touch you,
And kiss you,
And feel you,
And love you,
But I'll never get the chance to.
All I can think about is the next girl you're with.
And how she won't be me.
I'm dreading that day.
I'll be happy that you're happy with her, but I'll come home and cry,
Knowing me.
I'll tell you she's sweet, but in the back of my mind I'll be thinking that I'm better for you.
My jealousy will hurt me.
She'll be the one who gets to kiss you,
And touch you,
And feel you,
And love you.
The way that I want to.