fan? or a friend?

I can’t get over you

God, why are you so confusing?

Texting me that it’s fine.

“We will talk more in come time”

All this talk, it’s riddle and rhyme

Baby I can’t take it

You’re the man of my dreams

In your eyes, I see that it seems

That through all the cheers and screams,

You’re looking down at me

I can’t get a word in after the show

The pictures, the fans, they just won’t go

Inviting all of them back to your home

Shining eyes, but it’s not the same glow

Am I a fan? Or am I a friend?

You give me dirty directions,

But it’s a dead end

Am I a girl or am I a game?

Just say the words

And I would do anythang

I miss your touch

I miss your time

Avoid me once

Console me twice

I’m tired of this bullshit, yes I am

Dude, I ain’t your mother fucking fan