"Let's rob a ******' bank."
we agreed.
"Let's rob a ******' bank!"
indeed.
You know that's against my rules
But the thought of doing it with you makes it acceptable.
**** these feelings.
**** that dream.
We didn't rob a ******* bank
but we danced
and you whispered
and I shivered
then woke up.
The brush of lips replay in my head
over
and over
and over
again.
Why do I fall for my friends?
I fall so hard yet in the end
I get nothing in return
but the weight of gravity
and the floor of reality
showing it was all pretend.
I know there's nothing wrong with me.
You just don't feel that way.
... maybe you do-
Maybe I'm just not cool
enough.
But I'd rob a bank with you.
When you dream of your friends.