I don't know what to label you As everything in my life has a place You stand in between the lines of friend and boyfriend. It's really ******* with my head Now as I said before We can't be a couple Rather, an admirer Who lives two hours away But will come knocking at your door When inquired I don't know what to tell you When I took you to the beach The cops showed up And we ran, from red and blue Lights that lit up the sea And upon your window sat a fat parking ticket I felt bad because you were sad that we missed it, The fact, of course That we couldn't be parked there anymore.
Silence on the way back to my house And I still don't know what to call you As I rub your neck, The back of your head I think I should calm you
Should I kiss you? Should I say sorry? Maybe you're not picking up what I'm putting down Maybe you're too selfish to notice my pout
Another song to shut the **** up to It reminds me of the butterflies David gave me when he would drive me home just to f*ck me ******* my futon after my dance show. It reminded me of the fights before sociology class in the parking lot of school and pretending everything was cool, it's all in the past. He ******* played that song like it was fresh strawberry cheesecake every time he heard it I wanted to scream and thrash and cry and complain and I wanted to burn it Those songs, No matter the message Will always be negative Because they remind me of a more handsome, more ******* of a boyfriend.