What do you need?
The words I hear so clear
They sound so mean yet your only joking
Or so I hope
They say you have a girlfriend
How much I hope that’s not true
I look at this picture on this desk
You and a girl at a dance
I wonder is she your girlfriend
Or just a friend you went with
A Sunday morning I open up to you
Tell you about my past
I told you about things no one knows about
And made you promise to never tell
Just talking to you makes everything okay
Fifteen minutes of endless chatter
With no meaning at all
Except to know you care and I can trust you
