This song described everything so perfectly when M would play it. I could’ve sworn my ex was singing about me when he’d play this on the guitar so often when we would hang out! At least, I wanted him to be…
I felt so strongly when I finally realized I was in love for the first time, didn’t you?
If he meant what he sang then she’ll finish the last line.
If he knows what she means than it might just be comfy.
If you read between the lines, I swear she’ll write you another.
broken English, stolen love songs, I’m a waiting blanket;
My motivation for so much more than I want it to be.
I’m independent, yeah. But when I sit and my date won’t answer her phone all I think are crazy thoughts. My desire for you, for someone, for anyone drives me to be desperate. And believe me that’s the last thing I ever want.
My cool calm plan is blown out the window because I just want you to love me, and I always think you might not. I want to be cherished, to be wanted not needed…but isn’t this just me, needing you.
It’s not you actually. Don’t get confused. I mean I like you, But I want you to be there for me. To rub my feet; kiss my sweetly, but not long. Hold my hand and smile at me. Bring me coffee in the morning. Surprise me. I just want you.
And right now that shape takes a form but you know I don’t expect you to be this. It’s just this desire inside me and I can’t pretend it’s not there and since you fill my shape I might get you confused with my you sometimes. I don’t mean to, but I think I do want to.
So I sit alone in my room and I just want you to call; but I don’t, cause you’re not him. But I do….because I guess you are.
And this sudo name of “casual” is new for me, but I like it, love it in fact. It’s just hard to get used to and “a girl’s gotta dream,” right?