I lay on the couch
And listen to my sister and her boyfriend
Laughing in the kitchen

The guy I chose isn't thinking of me
He's thinking of the drunk girl from the other night
The one who flirted until she went home
And now pretends he doesn't exist

Nevermind that I text him every night
Or plan to spend my dollars to see him
Nevermind that I met his family
And spent summer nights in his bed

My sister's boyfriend wraps his arms around her waist
And watches over her shoulder
As she cooks ground beef
They're the reason I haven't given up on true love

It's painful to watch them be happy
While I'm so alone
But it also makes me hopeful
That I might someday have that too

AN: I'm not sure I love the last stanza. Let me know what you think, please.