I can feel your eyes on me
from across the room.
You don't say anything
You stare, I stare.
Maybe you're looking at him
Or maybe he's just your excuse to look
I can feel your eyes.
And you can be three feet away
But your sweet smell makes its way
towards me with ease.
I don't know anymore
To be very frank.
Because he looks at me
The way you looked at me
But everyone's at a standstill.
You don't say anything
Neither does he.
I don't know what I want more
7 months of falling
or my best friend.
