Her couch


There’s a man on her couch
And it’s not you
They’re having some wine in classy wine glasses
Eating some expensive food that they ordered
And laughing so hard at the television
But you know that’s not her
You know she hates to drink out of glasses
Cos she’s so scared she’d drop them
And you’ve always thought that was cute
You know she hates eating out
Cos she believes one of the ingredients of food
Is the love you put in when you cook it
And you also know a hundred and one more things about her
Yet here you are...sitting
But not on her couch
And she’s not in your arms where she belongs
Because you’ve decided to remain
Where you think you belong
The friend zone

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