What I Wish Was At The Back Of My Mind

Is it like that?

You tell me words that aren't your actions.

When you fall it's my hand you reach for, I only give you a couple of fingers

When someone cracks a joke it's my reaction you look for

When you need help it's me you turn to

I've only known you for a year we don't even speak much, so is it like that?

Am I the one you think while you lay awake like an insomniac

Am I the one you get excited to see like a little kid

Am I the one that makes you nervous like a school crush

So I'll ask you again, is it like that?

Is it like that when you tell me we're just friends?
Is it like that when you didn't like me getting with someone else?
Is it like that when I catch you giving me your glances?

Part of me still yearns for you, desires you, and aches at the thought of you.