who knows exactly what this all could be…
All I know is that I feel fine
when I pretend you’re mine
and you lie close to me.
I’m finally laying somewhere
where I’m happy that I’m here,
and my troubles said goodbye
and the heartache disappeared.
I miss you most when I try to act
like I don’t care about the warm hands,
I think that we’re best friends.
I like your face.
That’s why I stare.
I hoped a girl could be.
So here’s a toast to laying close.
I’m comfy now and I just won’t leave.
You and me we could be…
You and me I could see…
I’m in it for the long haul…
I like you.
You better come back if you’re running.