Be Mine

I suppose it's wrong that I get jealous, looking at all those girls who seem to flock around you.  

I'm probably not supposed to feel a little stab when I see you posting romantic statuses on facebook, because I know they're not about me anymore.

I guess I don't have any right to wish that you cared about me.

But, you know, I remember back when I was your first priority.  Somehow you picked me to be your bestfriend, and there was an interesting sort of mutual agreement between us that was far more than words.  We agreed that we were best friends, and that we loved each other, but yet our friendship was just too comfortable to make it anything more.

I liked those days.

Now I miss you, kid.  More than anything else.

Just come on home.