• Scribbles in my notebook
    Little hearts and bows
    But you won't even look
    And only God knows
    Exactly what I want from you
    And no, it's not a sin
    I just want something new
    To take form and begin
    I take a breath and sigh
    As we play our usual game
    I know you wonder why
    I never look at you the same
    With every step I take
    You always take one back
    And with every look you make
    I want you, that's a fact