You tease me, I tease back
Could it mean something more?
Every time you brush past me, accidentally touch me,
I only pray it was really on purpose.
People say we argue like a married couple,
If only.
I want so much to tell you, scream it at you
That when I say those things I mean them.
I stare into those eyes, dissecting you.
Looking for the clues, the signs, that you,
Want it too.
Guess I’ll just keep looking, waiting,
For the right time to ask you, tell you.
Problem is, I think it’s probably always the right time to tell someone
You think you love them.
