Tag-Along
Sometimes I forget why I go places with you.
We'll be in a posh store, or a seedy bar, and out of the blue I'll wonder why I'm there. I don't like them at all, you know. I'd say I hate them, but that's really not true either--I really don't feel that strongly about them at all. I just feel like I don't fit in there, I guess. Like I wouldn't set foot in any of them if it wasn't for you.
Does that surprise you? You're always dragging me along with you, so either you don't know or you don't care, I guess. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm blaming you or anything. I really don't mind that much.
It sounds stupid, but I'm happy just being with you. Talking, and laughing, and just watching you being you. Did you know that I stare at you sometimes when you're not looking? I hope you don't, 'cause it's really lame. Just really stupid. Sometimes I wish I didn't like you like that but the rest of the time I think it's kind of okay.
Sometimes I get mad when you let guys hit on you in bars, cause they're losers who don't deserve you and I just wanna hit them for even looking at you, but you smile and chat with them like it's the most natural thing in the world and I just sit next to you, the silent best friend, the tag-along, and watch you talk. I don't understand it, but that's okay. It works anyway.
So it's okay. I'll hold your bags when you go shopping. I'll stand there awkwardly, trying to blend in with the background, as you look at all those fancy clothes you like so much. When you ask if I wanna go out drinking with you, I'll say, "Yeah," and I'll help you sneak out if I have to. When creepy guys come up to our table and offer to buy us drinks, I won't say anything. Well, not to them anyway. You can't blame me for telling you how ugly they are, can you?
I'll take care of you when you're drunk, and I'll get you home at the end of the night. I'll stay sober enough to look out for you. And if I get in bed with you, to hold you as you're sleeping, you won't mind, will you? I want you so bad. I wish I was a guy so I could be with you, so I could sleep with you for real.
But I'm not gonna whine about what I can't have. That's just stupid. I'll just make do with I've got, cause life is shit and that's just the way it is. And I dunno, maybe things'll work out okay for us anyway. Maybe sometime I'll kiss you and you'll like it and you'll kiss me back and it'll be good. Maybe I'll try it right now and see how it goes.
'Kay?