i’ve noticed all of these things about myself
and about him --
but i haven’t really seen him (i don’t even know you)
but i know that if i wasn’t in his home, we could be more than just friends.
but it seemed like he was scared. (are you scared?)
how could i share something like this with you?
you would never accept this part of me,
you would never love this part of me.
he wears a gold chain, a cross (always);
a white tee shirt, navy fitted pants.
straight brows, bleached teeth,
strong hands. honeycomb skin,
dirt colored eyes. he notices the highlights in her hair,
he sees the new way i tie my shoes,
then he swallows his tongue. that’s just the way he is.
because of that, i hate him.
i hate it when he looks at me
because the electricity that runs through the school,
runs through his wires,
runs through his stares and fries my circuits.
(he notices me and everything,
but he’ll never say anything. that’s just the way he is.)
you said you didn’t want them,
you only wanted to ask me.
you like them every color
but i’m sure there is a certain spice that she puts into
but why do you only talk to me when you’re in a horny state?
but you swear to me you aren’t that kind of guy.
now, i can’t help but wonder what those charged looks were for.
since they meant nothing and you weren’t feeling some type of way;
i’m just dreaming. you won’t even tell me in my dreams.
i think it’s just the fascination of you playing hard to get --
hard to get, you’re hard to get -- at least to a girl like me.
(would you be really embarrassed to hold my hand?)
(would it be the end of the world if we hugged?)
(would it really be that bad if we kissed?)
a gold cross that would swing the more you grace my body,
and the more you behold the body i possess.
you don’t say anything, so i’m sure you don’t seem to mind
you want to smack me, i’ve got you blushing.
backhand me across the face;
stop staring at me, you fool.
don’t give me that look.
you make me feel bad,
and i want to kiss you but i’m mad at you
and i hate you because you know how you want me to crawl to you.
but i like you and i want you.
i dreamt about you during the weekend, and early in the week.
i got really mad and sad because you didn't call.
but you say you don't talk to anyone like that.
now you think i’m weird because
i want to reach out to you. i’ll give you a few more hours, a few more days.
i want you to get to me, i’ll let you get to me.
i want u 2 want me 2
(dont worry about this)