still place my hands past your ribcage

because i dont get how you have any right to be mad
i was misplaced
whether upon my own doing
or because you put me there
and maybe you forgot
or changed your mind
but never clued me in
cause 'fuck you; i was only fucking you'
didnt seem to rhyme

but let this be known
i wasnt expecting coffee in your bed
or mine
i didnt want to spend the night
i didnt expect anything
i was caught off guard
and confused by your guard
and by every intention
because "we'll see how this goes"
doesnt let anyone win

and when i was hurt
i know it wasnt my fault
because you led me in
to where lines blur
and i wasn't mistaken
in thinking i was more
and put more emphasis
than what was actually bore