“How it should be”

I want you to correct me when I call you by your real name
I want our taste in music to always be the same
Let’s give each other shit when we take too long to text back
Lecture me on how you hate how I talk to you and “always” act
Let me complain when you just won’t admit that I’m right
Let me send you all the new R&B songs every night
Always tell me what you’re thinking and how you really feel
And let me tell you how lucky and grateful I am that all of this is real