i don't remember much about that night
except that it didn't feel nearly as wrong as it should have
and that it left me
in a whirlwind of my own elements
the only boy i've ever misunderstood
has turned my world all over again
and i can't even remember what your lips felt like
and i know that when this doesn't work out
i can go running back to you and you'll be
waiting with open arms
asking no questions
simple. boring. bland.
i don't want him the way i wanted you
but it sure as hell feels like it when he makes my mouth dry
and my mind move at a million miles per hour
with just a look
in the way you couldn't do in my wildest imagination
it's not going to end well
i can't wait.