You make me happy too
You make me smile a lot like an idiot
You say a lot of things that makes me want to hear more
Your dad jokes makes me laugh
Your pick up lines and sweet replies makes my heart flip
But
You make me question the things i thought im suppose to believe
The things im suppose to hold on
The beliefs im suppose to practice
That you one day you will stop talking to me
That one day you'll say you found someone who is not me
That this won't work
That im too much
Im too impulsive
Im too jealous
Im too attached
And then..
you say something
And a light of hope brightens inside
Maybe it will work
Maybe if i do less
Maybe if i think less
Maybe if i just trust
Maybe?
Maybe?
Maybe?
Or maybe it won't.
