Not His One. Just Somebody Else.
In a way, you are like a cup of coffee.
Comforting, warm to the touch,
instigating fuzzy tingles down my spine.
But you spill easy
leaving a scorching stain.
That taints and lasts forever.
Just friends. Not the one. Not Your one. Why can't I just be content with life as it is?
Loneliness swims through my veins like a fish searching for water.
I'm coming undone, a ball of yarn unraveling across your floor.
I would kill to keep it together, to be the perfect girl that sweeps you off your feet.
But I am a bundle of confusion,mistakes, ridiculousness.
I am messy, far from "normal", not anywhere near where I want to be.
I wish you could take me as I am, how I always will be
But you look at her with a look I would die to receive
Your personality comes out incredibly alive in her presence
whereas with me you feel constrained,afraid,2 dimensional
and the way your eyes melt for her when I'm not around
is a piece of glass cutting all too heavily through my heart center.
Comforting, warm to the touch,
instigating fuzzy tingles down my spine.
But you spill easy
leaving a scorching stain.
That taints and lasts forever.
Just friends. Not the one. Not Your one. Why can't I just be content with life as it is?
Loneliness swims through my veins like a fish searching for water.
I'm coming undone, a ball of yarn unraveling across your floor.
I would kill to keep it together, to be the perfect girl that sweeps you off your feet.
But I am a bundle of confusion,mistakes, ridiculousness.
I am messy, far from "normal", not anywhere near where I want to be.
I wish you could take me as I am, how I always will be
But you look at her with a look I would die to receive
Your personality comes out incredibly alive in her presence
whereas with me you feel constrained,afraid,2 dimensional
and the way your eyes melt for her when I'm not around
is a piece of glass cutting all too heavily through my heart center.