Distance.

Do you talk to every girl
the same way you talk to me?

Do you stare them down with those blue eyes,
just to show them what they need?

It's a stupid thing for me to do,
to have feelings for anyone at all.

Haven't we both wrecked enough hearts?
Should we maybe just... stop?

Damn that blonde hair of yours,
and how it swings over your eyes.

And damn the distance in this room,
that keeps your hand away from mine.

I hate the way I like you,
even when you don't text me back.

I fucking hate the butterflies
that I get when you laugh.

You're not even my type,
why won't you keep out of my mind?

Unless you intend to hang around,
don't try and get between my thighs.

You'll get no "I love you" out of me,
sorry for being so to the point.

I'm just another lonely stoner,
who needs another joint.