And here we are
Still in separate universes
Because I don’t have the guts to say the words in real life
So I’m stuck here in a poetry jam
Where I can tell the truth but hide behind the words.
I put the needle down on the vinyl,
Imagine you listening and moving your hair from your pretty eyes
Watching me sing along badly
But looking you straight in the face
And moving in for a kiss
Like the most delicate move.
Next time I see you
I will still just joke and be a goof
But my god, you’re special to me,
These words are the proof.