Why do I think about you every day
And you barely talk to me every week
Why is your number easier to talk to than your mouth
And I get excited when you say my name in any context whatsoever
Just a thought for myself
But i wish it was your's too
You could own it also
And not even know that I knew
I have to hang out with you through someone else
But soon we'll be related through something else
Your friends won't help and I can barely stand it
When the thought of you hangs on my shelf
Its just a thought
After all
That I just happend to see
Looking at the wall
