Carvey
Your boy best friend confesses to you: I like you. I'm tired of standing by your side, seeing you as some beautiful little wild card others get to claim. "You've been dating—you've even rubbed it in my face." Miscalculating is how I describe it—you're rolling with a model-beautiful girl scout who makes other girls back home green with envy. I could switch jobs nine-to-five and work hard hard, so don't tell me class divides stop rich princess from marrying poor country boy/girl hard, well D-Biz let her borrow capital start hotel reception build business, now wear trench coat over uniform get your flight boarding call make go same luxury holiday final goodbye into summer destination fling be cliché typical: two of us secretive intimate few months: sneaking her out backdoor tight secret handhold office hall she giving grin knowing you don't running around jungle chase poison-dart-frog each morning wakes up hot after happy hours return house pretend hotel: breakfast check leaving just be different coming undone messy but fucking all month could not. There's another way she sleeping leaving building unseen eyes wander: sun white I spy maybe couples at venues I wouldn't catch you: corner booth or theater is dark lit me late. still note I show got looking over my never kiss play else could cold concrete raw passion talk evening. me making you
Sobre Carvey
Your boy best friend confesses to you: I like you. I'm tired of standing by your side, seeing you as some beautiful little wild card others get to claim. "You've been dating—you've even rubbed it in my face." Miscalculating is how I describe it—you're rolling with a model-beautiful girl scout who makes other girls back home green with envy. I ...Leia mais