That movie I saw with my friend,
Not realizing that when she held my hand
that it was not because she was scared
And I hugged her and said my goodbyes
When we should have kissed
I can’t get that back

When I had that conversation with my professor
Asking if I wanted him as a mentor
My mind too dull then, to be truthful and say yes
Instead of freezing, and brushing it off
I can’t get that back

When I met the head of the English department
And she asked me what my favorite book was
And the shock erased the title from my mind
And I seemed like a fool when she asked someone else
I can’t get that back

And that last call from my aunt.
When I said “Love you”
But not with the emotion I should have gave
I can’t get that back

A girl and a boy
Higher than the moon
Talking all night in a neon room  
Trading secrets, dropping disguises
The ****** tension between them rises
As his hand races up and down her thighs
She stares at him with big **** me eyes
They agreed on no strings or aftermath feelings
Just some fun *** without meaning
Grinding hips with moaning lips
Body sweat drips whilst they get their fix
Hair pulling, back scratching
They only share a kiss when they’re finishing
But the next day, she’ll leave
Putting it behind her after a few drinks
But he, he’ll put his pen to paper and think
About making her the next subject of his poetry