I couldn't do much, and it hung over my head
We shot up your mailbox, I only hit once and you called me the
one hit wonder
I left something in your bed, right before I fell off of it
It's white and don't worry, it will wash right out
But you know, it's your fault that it got there and
it's your fault that I'm angry because
I found something really good and you're not
going to let me hold it the way that I want to
There's a bottom line here, and it's blunt and simple:
My heart is starting to get involved.
But you made it clear, after the second go round that
yours wasn't in it and we'd make good friends
And I gladly pretended to agree
There wasnt much else to do and I believed that
Sundays could change everything
So I kept coming over, and I've let you touch me further then a friend
And you asked "where does that leave us"? "friends with benefits"?
Yeah, I guess.
There's not much else if I
want to keep you around
but it's fucking me up to the point where I will
leave without warning sooner or later and
you'll feel up the other half of your bed and I won't be there
hey girl, just reading some stuff from your page. This one is so good, "I found something really good and you're not
going to let me hold it the way that I want to", it's such a fabulous description of unbalanced feelings in relationships and how frustrating it can be for the one that is more into it. Love it.