I know you cant
take me out to eat.
Or go see a movie with me,
because
people will see.
And people will talk.

So our relationship
resides in my room.
And the backseat of your car.

Our dates consist of going
to the taco bell drive through,
and sitting in the parking lot
talking about everything.

So for now, I'm okay with sneaking around.
As long as I get to spend time
with you.