And oh, I know it will never be me
It will never be me that he looks for in a crowded room
Or me that he wishes for while lying alone in bed, staring at the ceiling
But sometimes I wonder. I wonder if he feels my yearning rubbing off on him, my love seeping into his skin, because I do look for him in crowded rooms and crave his arms late at night
Do you think he feels it? And just doesn't know what it is
He walks away from a conversation with me and feels something that he can't name something warm its not him falling in love, but its a warmth that spreads through him feeling my love in the air and yearning for his love to do the same to me.
He has no idea what it is, but it makes him feel content
And maybe that's why he keeps coming back to me, maybe that's why even when i pull back he steps forward, trufully he never lets me get an arms length away
Sometimes I hope he does, because at least then all this love I'll have for him might being going towards some good use
Even if it just giving him a warmth i might never feel
