No matter what happened or how we fell apart
I always knew that after a certain amount of time you'd come back
and you always did.
I mean, I wasn't stupid I knew that all the times you weren't talking to me,
You were talking to another girl.
But, I always waited for you to come back.
And maybe that's where I messed up
I became to reliant on a guy who I'd been talking to since my freshmen year
But hadn't actually seen or touched you since I was in seventh grade.
I wanted to be in love with a boy that I had never kissed but dated for four months on and off.
The thing that got me with you, was the hope that you had I us
but at the same time you never thought that you were good enough for me.
You thought that you would've held me back
but at the same time talked about us getting a house together.
