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Ephemera

He's Playing For Keeps

He's my best friend
He was my lover

And you all are his best friends
But you don't hold his heart close
You're not the best thing to ever happen to him
And you don't tear him apart

There's something about us
Something about his lips
Something about our childhood memories
That neither of us can remember
There's something about how
He still kisses me
Even though we aren't one

It's something about the way he touches me
And the way he holds me after
That makes me wonder what his angle is

It's something about this feeling
The cage he says he's in
It's something about my love for him
And his love for me

It's something about his angel eyes
I can see it now
My baby ain't playing
He's playing for keeps
Wanting to live with me
Wanting to touch me
Wanting to kiss me
He's the best I've ever had
But he's the worst