overthinking

Your hoodie’s on my floor again,

I told myself “don’t let him in.”

But you showed up with that stupid grin—

Now I’m hydrated, moisturized, sinned.

You call me “trouble,” say it fondly,

But you only text me when you’re lonely.

And I keep saying I’m done—

But then your hands say “no you’re not, hon.”

I’m overthinking in your shirt,

You’re underthinking — that’s the worst.

You say you “like me,” but in bursts,

And somehow I still flirt first.

God, it shouldn’t even work—

But here I am, in your shirt.

You say I’m “different,” yeah, okay—

You told her that last July, babe.

But when you touch me, I forget

That you’re chaos in a boy-shaped threat.

You say you’re “trying,” I say sure,

And fall for you a little more.

It’s dumb, it’s hot, it’s cruel,

You’re bad at love, but good at pull.

I’m overthinking in your shirt…

Maybe it’s wrong, but it’s a vibe,

Red flags look cute when they arrive.

If heartbreak’s coming, that’s fine—

At least you look good ruining my life.

I’m overthinking in your shirt,

You’re underthinking — I’m the expert.

I know it ends, but till it hurts—

I’ll be here in your stupid shirt.