A minute ago, I was walking down the stairs
And I swore I smelled the cologne that you always wear
It made me miss you, what an instigator
I love you and I miss you and I'll see you later

A chandelier, calm
I see it swinging around
I hope it falls down

When I laugh with you, it is so much louder than a laugh in other company.
It reminds me of before you loved me, when your laugh was loudest to my ear.
If I was the cause, oh dear!

When we talk of our interests, I listen because I actually do care about yours.
It's just like when we'd icebreak, what are your interests? I find only yours interesting.
How silly, I think.

I watch you closely, even closer when you don't notice. I look across the table at you working, and it pleases me so.
I used to do this constantly, hoping maybe you did notice, but also swearing I was sly.
How dare we catch each other's eye.

Now you see me, for all that I am. For all that I want to be, and I see you seeing me.
I remember when someone told me that you liked me, because of the way you looked at me.
I thought this over, so happily.
You're still looking at me.

My mother in particular used to tell me if the clasp was turned to the front.
I'd pull the front to the side until the back was where it should be, away from sight.
Sometimes other people would say it.

I never minded it there.
But now I find myself every once in a while, feeling my chest for the clasp, sliding it back.
Centering the pendant in the middle.

In my defense,
I was far too tired,
And you pushed me to run around,
And you called me a liar.

But I didn't lie,
And I didn't deceive,
I had to do what I wanted
But you didn't believe.

So I found a new track,
And I'm woke as ever,
All because I was too tired,
But, whatever.

On a couch for three,
I am one,
Though there's more.
You could sit here,
But I think you'd rather take the floor.

Oh, anxiousness!
Why is it so hard for you to say hello?
I act frustrated by the question,
But the answer,
I know.

Let your eyes look at mine,
They're blue for that purpose,
If we shake hands and you don't,
Suddenly,
It is worthless.

But it seems we all agree,
Being social's of the past,
We'd prefer to not confront,
Don't look at faces,
And just pass.