i’ve never really been smart with my heart

can never tell the good ones apart

i’m always the one down from the start

just wanted someone to laugh with

to sit in the car and talk with for hours

hoping one day he’ll bring me some flowers

thinking, finally, this is it

i could actually be enough

my mind wondering “are we falling in love”

curious if he thinks of these moments

when our eyes first met and it felt like forever

when we laid in bed cuddled up together

do I ever cross his mind?

because I tell you he’s on mine all the time

i’m scared of the way he makes me feel

because my heart is never the one chosen to steal