Seeing all the trinkets and paintings I made you in your room feels so special to me
That you've kept them for so long that maybe
You feel a little bit more than friendship too.
I'm so bad at reading other people but all I wanna do is spend my days with you.
I would follow you anywhere you want to go,
And maybe that makes me a fool.
A fool for never telling you
A fool for never acting on it
What if
What if you felt the same and I missed it
What if I told you and you didn't.
It's such a fine line
A part of me is happy with how things are now
But the other part of me wants to grab your face and kiss you.
I don't have much money,
But I would give you my lungs
And I hate that it took me so long to realize that
I've been sporadically in love with you since we met.
