I can't help but feel butterflies every time your name pops up on my phone screen
I can't help but stare at your contact picture for days afterwards, wondering if you want nothing more than to talk to me too
I can't help but think of you all the time
When I'm feeling lonely
When I hear a joke I want to tell
When I have something I want to share
When I listen to the radio
When I need a friend
I can't help but see a snapchat of your smile and think 'this is the highlight of my day'
And I can't help but wish it was me in that picture making you smile instead of her
I can't help but daydream of your arms wrapped around me
Of cuddling together on the couch
Of proper dates with you
I can't help it, but hell do I miss you.