Back to you

I thought I have moved on
You're not my type
You're cowardly
and I recently learned your thing with her

And then you guys are best friends
Closer than I will ever be with you


And to see you laugh
and she playfully hitting you hurts

So I convinced myself that I'm looking for another one
Until I realized that we're good together, too.

You play the guitar, I sing
We both climb up the stage to jam
Starred in a movie as lovers

Both broken-hearted
and of the same batch

Interested in stocks and
Bonded over dirty dishes, starry nights and walks home.

Could that be something?
Or just a something that really is nothing.
I don't know anything.
I can't know everything.

I don't have to decide now.