Or Something

It is about the way he looks at me

Like he's in love or something,

And all I want to do is stare right back,

Because I'm not scared of anything.

I ask him,

If he is not either,

To stare so ferociously,

And he just says, maybe I'm in love or something.

Then, like the man he is,

He dumps the blame on me,

Like he knew I was in love or something,

With him since the moment I met him.