i hate the way that you're leaning on me

i hate the way that you point out when girls are staring, because you know that i won't do a thing. i hate the context clues you leave out of your writing, because i can't find myself here at all. you know that i hate when you call me wasted, i expect it whenever you call. i guess i'm just down, i guess i'll be honest, i could use you around.