stretching

i think that you say some things just to lean me closer to you. strectching a truth.
and when i think that, it moves me farther away.

he seemed pretty "what you see is what you get" to me. or i must be as blind as a bat.

don't stretch it to make me lean towards you. the truth always comes out in the end. and if i find outyou lied, you lose me forever.

the thing about me...

i like to be held in someone's arms.