A song about feeling insecure in a one-sides relationship
I've got a bad habit of asking if you like me.
You've got a bad habit of saying "I guess."
I get caught up in all my insecurities.
I often feel like I'm second-best.
You say we're fine,but it's never enough for me.
Your disinterest is messing with my head.
If you and me got trophies for dealing with anxiety,I think that I'd win second-best.
Cold hands and sharp rings when our fingers interlace.
Your cold eyes are sharp things when they're staring past my face.
There's something deep inside me that says I'm not enough.
When you say you love me I'll be there to call your bluff.
