I would like to think that I was more than just a one night stand
I like to pretend that when you think of me you want nothing more than just to hold my hand
To me you've always felt a little too much like home
But when I'm in your arms, you're mind is elsewhere and I still feel alone
I would give you the world if you could find solace in the touch of my skin
Instead of drunken nights, laced with the scent of impending regret and accidental sin
Waking up in your bed could have been so much more than just another mistake
But love isn't something you choose and how you feel is not my choice to make
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 3:21 AM UTC
I would like to think that I was more than just a one night stand
I like to pretend that when you think of me you want nothing more than just to hold my hand
To me you've always felt a little too much like home
But when I'm in your arms, you're mind is elsewhere and I still feel alone
I would give you the world if you could find solace in the touch of my skin
Instead of drunken nights, laced with the scent of impending regret and accidental sin
Waking up in your bed could have been so much more than just another mistake
But love isn't something you choose and how you feel is not my choice to make
