Still the familiar warmth of your palm,

You ll be fine, I ll still hold yours.

Yes, I should prolly find myself an official boyfie,

then I'd not have to answer the same old question - why am i single, again.
(Do i really need a reason for that, grr.)

and I'd not think of you that often, again.
(Just sometimes.)

Relapse,

but this time you'd not by my side, not even in a reachable distance.

Weakness it shows.

I'd rather not know,

'cause thinking of the possibilities makes me jealous too.