Oh no, it’s happening again.
I think we could be more than just friends.
And I’m sorry that it will never manifest,
I’m as sensible as I am heartless.
We could be a deadly duo, don’t you know?
If you’d look a little deeper into my soul,
You’d see that you and I were meant to be.
It’s not fair that I’m always the one behind the gun;
I expect this from everyone.
I can’t make you feel what you don’t feel.
For what it’s worth, Dalí always spoke clearer to me.
It gives me such a rush to know I’ll never be yours to touch.
So I’ll just lick my wounds and play the saboteur.
They wouldn’t call it a crush if it wasn’t supposed to hurt.