On The Subject of Her New Gold Star

We say I love you every time we hang the phone. But it's
not like you're alone. A
scene as awkward, but not
really like an end. And it's
not like we're just friends.
So strange to really like
him, so nice to see the joy
that it brings. Right where
you belong, not in these
creepy songs with me. And
when we hold that second longer chest to chest, I can
feel your heart beating in
your breast. To see your
happiness is the truest gift.
Like when you're on the phone
with him and you bite your
lip. So strange to change
from a martyr into a person,
did you know you always
helped keep me from slipping?
Right where you belong, not
in these creepy songs with me.