I just keep calling you...

My boyfriend.... I just keep calling you my boyfriend It's clear that something as such is unfathomable but The way we are set up makes me think otherwise yet I can't seem to rewire my brain to believe you're not My babe.... I just keep calling you bae And in the best efforts I try to control myself however It still seems to slip out my mouth too comfortably and It never comes to your mind to say "Hey, I'm not your man" How did I get myself here? What is keeping me here? All I see is a woman trying to hold on to a man, one that's not even trying to be held down A woman holding on to a far fetched promise that might just be as empty as she. My fantasy.... I want you to be my fantasy And as far fetch as that sounds, I'm willing to wait the storm so Forget all the ones that claim they want me because No one makes me feel they way you made me feel When I could call you my...