Ghost limbs

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.