City in Texas

You asked our friend to switch seats with you hold my hand as the lights are going dim

Directed by Greta Gerwig I felt I was in the movie

You squeezed my hand during the parts you knew would make me cry

Did you do this for her too or was it just me

Walking down the street I can feel the linger of your fingers wrapped in mine

But no one can see us because you weren't mine to flaunt

So I settled for being your secret and killed a part of me trying to keep it

I'd rather have someone's rough hands pulling me apart

Than your careful one on me making me believe that you cared about me

I can handle being an object