I only get 30 seconds.
So I do what I can in that time frame.
I looked into your eyes and saw me. I know you’re thinking about me. You can’t hide that; not enough concealer in the world can cover your blushes when my name comes up.
You think about me as much as I think about you; except you think about me in snippets. You try to tell yourself that you’re not what I want, but even as you say it, you know it’s a lie. I tell you it’s a lie, then I show you. But you only get snippets of what I say and what I do.
You’re my drug and I’m addicted to you.
But all I get is 30 seconds.
And I’m going to make each one count.