i don't gotta say it
unless you wanna hear it.
i wanna hear you say it
unless you can't,
so it's better to be silent.
lemme go wild looking for signs,
reading tea leaves, animal bones,
and recipes on gravestones.
i go mad remembering you
describing the effects of ecstasy,
brushing your finger along my forearms.
and it is ecstasy.
i felt, briefly.
did you say you never danced before
or that it wasn't fun before?
i don't believe you
but i know better than to question.
if you lie, you tell the right lies.
i'm lost, imaginging your sighs.
don't people-please me,
you don't got to.
i know the songs and selfies
are for someone elseee,
but i love how you let me pretend.
my heart rises in my throat
like i'm gonna choke.
uh, maybe i drank too much coke.
oh well, you'll never owe a thing.
on high days, i think i'll lead,
but fear you won't follow,
so i let it be.
no, you don't owe a thing.
i wasn't born the day before
but i was born early
and i lied to get in school
and i love to play your fool.
i would defend your every crime.
i'll post the bail every time.
i might never call you mine,
yet i'm yours.
and we don't gotta say it
cuz somehow i can hear it.