Laughing at the text you sent,

smiling as I read it in your voice.

But then I remember the words you said,

the ones I which knew you meant.

"She's better", our friends don't believe it,

but they don't know how I feel.

They know about her and say you can do better,

but they didn't know about us and I had to quit.

The way I feel, seeing you, it's like a smack,

my heart yearns and chides me at the same time.

I need you - and you say that you need me,

but do I want you back?