That play fighting shit gets to me

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