Your arms are wrapped tightly around her body.
Her arms are fully around your waist.
You two are wearing the same smile.
She isn't me.
Burnt.
Lightheaded.
Nauseous.
Full of anxiety.
I wish I was a stranger to you.
Strangers are better than now.
Maybe if I was a stranger,
you'd fall back in love w/me.
After all, that's how we started.
But this time, nothing would get in the way.
Right?
No.
False.
I want to cross your path.
I want to cross your mind.
I want to cross your life.
I'm tired of this, I just want you.
Its hard to compare others when I've already had a taste of the best.