So tell me why we’re talking when we dance so good?
And I know you can’t stay but I wish you would.
It’s always you. Remember when you turned me down and I was so so so mad, because anyone that dances with me that way can’t throw me an “I have a girlfriend” so casual-apologetic.
I still wanna know why you were so happy to see me half a year later. I still wonder why we were never really friends. You seem like someone who I would want to be friends with. Regardless of whatever other women are in the picture, we should have been friends.