waking up under the table in my aunts room, just chillin’ from a good nap.
She makes me wait, she makes me want.
I’ve got no strings, i’m a free man, ready to fly with these wings, but shes my bestfriend, my lover, she’s my everything, and i wouldn’t trade her for a thing.
She makes me wait on her, like her boyfriend should.
And I wait on her, like a boyfriend would.
She makes me think about how stuck i am in this zone.
The “Friend” zone.
She makes me go, on my hands and knees.
And my only question is, “How can i learn to please… her?”
not adding her number to my new phone.
not being able to text her in the morn’
not wanting to be annoying all over her facebook wall
still not having her number.