I treasure the moments that we spend together; they make me believe that things could get better. I struggle to keep in these secrets you told me when I wish it was my hand that you were holding. I wonder how sober you were when you said that you trust me more than your other friends. Or does it not matter; do the feelings still count? I've known you a long while; can't figure you out.
I wanna have the most intimate moments, where we share in laughter. Our laughs subside, we sigh, and our eyes meet after.
I have trouble sleeping when you're not around. I want nothing more than to get out of town. Are you still up or are you getting down? I only feel this way because you're around.