i could get over you easily climb up over my feelings for you like stepping over an anthill whilst humming my favorite song i could pull you off of my thoughts the way my ratty old sweatpants slide down my legs at 2 a.m. i am content with becoming a wallflower yet again when you tire of my blue eyes and the way the sun shines straight through the middle of them but i just want you to look at me one last time the way you did when the "october sky" end credits rolled just one more time so i can feel the electricity of locked eyes in a crowded room look at me again make me a garden of wildflowers in the middle of june