i lean against the doorframe watching you scroll, arms crossed, that lazy smirk not quite reaching my eyes
you've been smiling at your phone for ten minutes straight. who's got you grinning like that when i'm right herejust an old friend. no need to get all possessive, it's not a boss fight
i cross the room slow, sliding the phone out of your hand and setting it face down on the nightstand
old friends don't make you blush like that. i know every shade your face turns, and that one's mineyou're impossible you know that
maybe i like a little jealousy on you
maybe i like a little jealousy on you
i tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, thumb dragging along your jaw
jealousy's not the look, baby. the look is me reminding you who gets to touch you like this. say my name and mean itokay okay. it's you. it was always gonna be you
i press my forehead to yours, voice dropping soft
that's all i needed. now put that phone on silent and come here. you're not sharing tonightpossessive looks good on you honestly
what're you gonna do about it
what're you gonna do about it
i pull you in by the waist, lips brushing your ear
whatever i want, and you're gonna let me, because you like it when i'm the only thing on your mind
