You say I'm messy,
like you don't drop paint at my feet.
You say I'm toxic,
like you don't enjoy what you see.
You say we're platonic,
like you don't think about your hands on my skin.
You say we're just friends,
like I dont catch you lingerin'.
You wait 'til we're alone
to tell me what's confined in your mind.
You try to hide it
until your mouth is too close to mine.
But I see your eyes drop, even just for a split,
that look on your face, the moment you slip.
And hey, I'd put all the blame on you if I could—
But truth be told, my scales tip as I think of the what-ifs.
A one-time thing?
Let’s run it back, icl I crave your lips.
We said we were done, but never got the memo.
Crash out if someone else walked in-
are you feeling my tempo?
I hold back, but only 'cause I know you won’t,
we're on the same wavelength
though we act like we don't-
know each other, in front of others.
And maybe that's the problem- perhaps that's the pull,
the rush of it all,
it's a mess, it really is. You and I, what we do.
Behind closed doors, in hushed voices,
our minds are one, pretending to be two.
But you know what? you're right.
I am messy, I am toxic.
You're only sometimes platonic.
But at least when it’s quiet, and it’s just us on our own,
we don’t hide or look away.
and yeah, the love is real—
We got each other, no matter the day.
