You say you miss me more.
You say I lie and you can tell. You tell me to prove that I miss you more and how exactly I miss you more.
I say I can’t. It’s stupid.
You say I told you so.
I say you know nothing about me.
You tell me to tell you one deep underlying secret that I’ve been keep from you and itching to let go.
I laugh and say you’re crazy.
Sometimes I think you know.
I can’t tell if you’re flirty or friendly, caring or wanting more. You say you like having a girl by your side, that’s why you’re upset about her.
But I just want you by my side. Can’t you see that? My secret is you.