this is the end

she’s not the girl you fantasize about late at night,

she’s the girl that worries if you’re doing alright.

your classic “i don’t want you”, but i’ll “keep you around” type

she can’t help thinking about you,

even despite the stupid things you do,

being in a one sided love is such a boo.

her friends tell her to go out more,

yet she doesn’t want to miss when you show up at her door,

using her for one special night as if she’s a whore

and suddenly the world stops,

because she’s no longer removing her top,

she’s been waiting for this entire act to drop.