sometimes i wish you were
the stranger again
and i was more than a ghost
you couldn't see or believe in
if you are going out tonight
i pray you act right
maybe act like a lady
but god knows,
you can't keep your legs closed
you keep my heart broke
i don't know how you do
but you do
there's something in your lips
and something in your hips
and something in the way
you look at me with those big brown eyes
am i just another boy that you never really loved
another one, that never really meant that much
an honest mistake, or a big fuck up
is that what you say when i come up
in conversations with your parents or your friends
or my friends, or my mother
my little brother