Glad

I want to pretend we are together
so all our talk about your loneliness
is really just our plans for the weekend
I hug her when I am cold
I pretend we share a kiss
I’m glad that she just wants to talk

So I ain’t attractive enough
what is new honey? Its old news
you don’t mind either way and it means a lot
I call her when I am alone
I pretend she is waiting for me
I am glad that I can see her again

I want to pretend we are lovers
so when you are watching the rain
I can be besides you once more
I look into her eyes
I look into the gateways of her soul
I’m glad that it’s her even if she has to leave

The End

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