My scars isn't just scars
They're map lines to the trails of hurt
They're Places I've been and places
I'm going
Some would say its dark
Some would say it's twisted
Some will say they don't understand it
But it's there you can't ignore it

I sit by the window
Watching for your lights
When I see them I'm nervous
Butterflies in my stomach
The first words you say when I open the door
Is You smell nice
As we go down the road
You turn on the lights
And take a good long look
I say eyes on the road fool
You say sorry I can't help but look
And I laughed
A few minutes past
I catch you looking again
What are you looking at
My face or my ****
You say honestly a little bit of both
Later that night
You lean in to kiss me
I turn my head your lips touch my cheek
You get this sad look on your face
I say You took it the wrong way
You say I know I'm sorry
What?
I'm sorry I kissed you when you clearly didn't want me too
I wanted you too
It wasn't that
I didn't tell you it was the fact that
Someone else lips has never been on mine
We sat there in front of your house
Talking and talking
You said I would invite you in
But my moms home
I say its okay try to kiss me again
You look a little funny
You hesitate
So I lean in and kiss you
It was just as bad as I predicted
But your lips on mine felt nice
Even if mine didn't know what they were doing