I receive kisses from the one I care about,
But they're stolen from his girlfriend's mouth,
I know he cares about me too,
But honestly, I don't know what to do.
It feels so wrong to let him go on,
But I don't want him to quit,
Because I sorely long for it,
That feeling I'm sure his girlfriend gets,
When he's making sure her needs are met,
And his lips make all her worries disappear,
And his hands curl around her waist,
Pulling her close so she feels safe,
I suppose that's what she feels,
I know it's how I'd feel,
If he were mine.
But he's not,
So when his lips meet mine,
As we say goodbye,
And his hands grab my hips,
Just to keep me steady,
I just get a glimpse of what I think she feels,
What I would feel,
If he were mine all the time.