My seat slowly shaped
Into a moving sphere
My legs slowly gave
To the lack of steer
Conscious of my eyes
And how my body lyes
Conscious of my demeanor
And how I traced my "i's"
I couldn't help but wonder
Does he try to hide his wandering eyes
Does he secretly wanna hear my name?
Does he pick up on that these nerves are all part of a silly game?
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
My seat slowly shaped
Into a moving sphere
My legs slowly gave
To the lack of steer
Conscious of my eyes
And how my body lyes
Conscious of my demeanor
And how I traced my "i's"
I couldn't help but wonder
Does he try to hide his wandering eyes
Does he secretly wanna hear my name?
Does he pick up on that these nerves are all part of a silly game?
