I love the way you smile at me,
but I hate the way you smile at her even more.
I love the way you poke my sides in,
just to hear me laugh,
but I hate the way you
play with her all the time.
I love it when you tell me I’m beautiful,
but I hate the way you tell her she’s pretty
every time you see her.
I love it when you and I talk
about total nonsense,
for hours and hours.
But I hate it when you talk to her
about the important stuff.
So I hope you have
a good life,
‘cause I know I won’t be in it.
I know I’m not the one,
but for your sake I hope
she is.
Because any other girl
would have
knocked you silly
for having done the things you
did.