We can hold hands at night
and just be friends.
Listening to the music you play.
The suffocating sound grows on me.
I feel your breathe on my neck
but it doesn't mean anything.
Give me one more second
to catch my breathe as you lay eyes on me.
Your arms wrapped around me,
we aren't anything.
Laughing at the scene,
your smile blinds me.
Can you hear my screams?
I don't feel anything.
Take another hit of the cigarette in hand,
it reminds me of when you held my hand
while we danced on the train tracks,
the last day we were.
But we haven't been since,
not in the same sense.
Sipping on ginger,
gripping my waist,
we won't ever be the same.
Your fingers tips on mine,
we are just friends.
