I like to picture us making out on your moms couch
you in your matching underwear with that cute little pout
about that paper for art history due in a few hours
the same day I fly out.
cold mornings,waking up alone in the Sheffield house
the only feeling really being doubt
if I ever truly want to go back to Denver again
I feel love like this is what life is about.
& I'm just doing what feels right
you feel like a best friend
but I sit her now
wondering why...or if I was ever anyone you truly cared about
if it was just rushed...I dont know why you felt you had to hide your doubt...
I miss you
but I dont think I can cry about it...
just write lines about it
find out if I'll ever be special to someone...if someone will be proud about it...its hard not to doubt this
but I said things to you I never counted on
now I just hope I can open up again
without the fear of being lead on
I just want to be happy...I've always been a simple man
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