I could be happy.

I wish you were my Saturday night

That I could learn how to do this right

Because I have only ever known love half-baked

No one went to the trouble to fully cook the cake

Unless it was Mary Jane in the kitchen

And he was the one who ate

Because he’d rather take her on dates

Not me

I don’t see

Pretty

Anymore

Because I have to wonder why I was second on the list

I don’t want that to exist

I want to be free

I want you to want me

Cheap trick

I’m lovesick

And lonely

Which sounds pathetic

But true

Because I have a morbid kind of wanting

A missing piece

I don’t feel desperate

I need release

I need a two hour conversation

A fortune cookie sign

For stars to align

To get your heart with mine

Because I know you get that way too

When you sit in student union pews

By yourself

I know that you wonder why

No one tries

To know you

I want to

I just don’t know if you want me to

If you know who

I really am

And I wonder what it’d be like

If today was my only lifespan

Like a housefly

Would I

Would I

Say what I need to say

Act on what I pray

Because telling you anything

Is scarier than any horror movie

Even though those freak me out

It’s been so long since I’ve been happy

In someone’s arms

Because more often than not

There are more someone elses

Than someones

I still haven’t found one

But I think that it might be you

Even though everyone doesn’t want me to

I think I could be happy in your arms

And write bad poetry

Comtemplating you and me

Like I’m doing right now

The right kind of confusion

The dreams I see you in

I just hope you’d want that as much as me

The lucky star that 7 am sees

The way you talk to me at 2 am

I wasn’t asking them

I’m asking you

If you’d see it through

I could be happy in your arms**