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.