That play fighting shit gets to me
‘Cuz I know you don’t like me
& I know we’re not likely,
but in the moment, it feels right
In the moment, I hold tight
& I don’t know if I’m even your type
You’ve never really been mine,
but lately every time you type
I find myself questioning
Over-thinking the little things
Like everything just gets to me
When all it really was, was some joking
I used to think it was because I was always smoking
but I’ve been sober in more ways than one and things still seem real murky
I find myself flirting
& end up feeling dirty even though we keep it Pg-13
But it’s not just me
No, you often work me
Do little things, so “high school”
But instead of taking you for a fool, all I can think is “damn, he’s so cool.”
I could never even think of making a move
I can barely move in your presence
The way you present yourself is confusing
So reserved
But when you get close
Boy, I stay frozen
N’ you feel the tension
I know because we both count the seconds
1, 2, 3- reposition ourselves
& neglect to mention those awkward vibes
All because of our awkward ties
All because I could never be yours and you could never be mine
But that’s perfectly fine
We’re not in love
I’m not yours and you’re not mine
But then they ask & inquire because they too feel the vibe
& I’m stuck explaining, “nah, that’s just how we spend time.”
But deep down, that play fighting shit gets to me