There's something bout us on a couch laying together,
that takes all the pain and somehow makes it better,
for you i declined Heather plus many more,
the amount of girls that alone walked through my door,
life has not been a bore but has not been it's best,
got a slow heartbeat thumping under my chest,
you should get the jist of how much i feel,
would die by your side if being with you could be real,
no need to steal, hearts always been in your jeans,
holding you together just like the seems,
just know that i mean only the best for you,
may not be me and that's a hurt that is true,
if something to do when you have free time,
is drive to New York to be by my side,
can't see that you tried so i smoke blunts,
cause you only came to see me once.