Other She
RCW

Butterflies are soaring in my stomach
Deep breaths only make them squirm more
Oh why did she have to say that?
She knows what I say I feel,
Or does she see past that?
My heart is pounding in my throat
It jumps higher each time she talks
Oh why did she have to touch me?
She knows I want to back
Or is she only really hoping I need her?
Because she knows about the other.
But the other is off somewhere else
The other rarely seems like they care
They spout out the lines they're told to say
And go off and do other things.
But she's here and ready
The other is there,
Well, maybe...