i want you to hug
like you’ve never embraced a nut case before
show me a safety grab
i know your not a skater fag
but later for that jocular jazz
ill see you in math class
handing you pencils behind my back girl
thats exactly how a boyfriend should act and you know it
and i know i don’t always show this
and i deserve a brow beating for it
show my porous heart on tour with jimmy eat your heart
im too far in to ever consider restarting
off the chemistry
to ponder on if we’ll bond
and i’m singing swan songs
thinking tomorrow morning math, you’ll be gone
and in any event, if you come or stay home
would i be wrong?
would i be so shallow to be believe a sleepy hollow horror flick could pick up a chick as good-spirited as you?
even if i gave a couple pens here and then
i'm hearing things from over there, that you thought i was a lunatic
you may be true
i may be something new to you, but truthfully
i'm beautiful in my right index finger's cuticle
you've seen it, reaching for a #2 from a looney toon
i must be reaching to the moon for some high school drama
i'll go home and tell mama
"I got a girlfriend"
"she gives me my pencils back after i let her keep em"
"isn't she a gem?"
and i keep telling her, telling myself in the act
that i'll see it when i believe it and tomorrow she'll be mine
i'd make scenes in my head
day dreams instead of real things
im just hoping that this game plays itself out
and we can roll out in that psyche ward ambulance
we'll be special like words followed by ampersands
or 25 year olds playing candy land