To the One
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Somewhere between then and now
You began to give me butterflies that they talk about in movies
Not the kind that make you wanna hurl before a big performance
I'm talking about
The kind that make your arms around my waist and hands on my hips a foreign feeling
The kind that makes your lips on my cheek a gesture that's more than friendly
The kind that makes our faces pressed together for a picture make me want to turn my head and connect our lips
The kind that makes me want to hold you and listen to you throughout the night
The kind that makes me wish you weren't always preoccupied with the Highschool romances that leave you hollow
The kind that makes we want to map out your body because I can honestly say I've seen nothing more beautiful
The kind that makes me wish I was taught to love
But you're just a crush of a fool of a girl
And I'm not your forever
Not unless it comes after the words
'Best Friends'
