I’m the perfect option while no-one else is, it’ll be me you like. But as soon as anyone remotely better comes around, you’ve already forgotten me. You won’t need me to spend your weekends with, you won’t need my attention all the time. I am completely aware of this and yet I still like you a ridiculous amount. I’ve never had this before, I’ve never been the second option for anyone. I’ve never been the person that knows they can’t have something, but try for it anyway just in case for some ridiculous reason there’s a chance, even when deep down in their heart they know it simply isn’t possible. Now look at me.