I’m sorry Because my ******* distract you I’m sorry I do it on purpose, Because I find it flattering I’m sorry I can’t help when my pencil Draws your face The way my eyes draw it on the back of my lids I’m sorry that I stare I’m sorry that I smile, involuntarily, Whenever I think of you I’m sorry that you look Far too undescretely I’m sorry for the little fantasies That pop up in my mind But mostly I’m just sorry you aren’t mine