sometimes i wish you were   the stranger again   and i was more than a ghost   you couldn't see or believe in   if you are going out tonight   i pray you act right   maybe act like a lady         but god knows,   you can't keep your legs closed   you keep my heart broke   i don't know how you do   but you do      there's something in your lips   and something in your hips   and something in the way   you look at me with those big brown eyes               am i just another boy that you never really loved   another one, that never really meant that much   an honest mistake, or a big fuck up   is that what you say when i come up   in conversations with your parents or your friends   or my friends, or my mother   my little brother