Apprehensive at seventeen,
And waiting on anything,
A simple excuse,
For what I've been thinking.

Your porcelain skin.
My head in my hands.
A loss for words.
Your auburn hair.

A grasp on my head.
I'm dreaming again.
it's 10 feet away.
And three hours later.

I cant exactly say it was love at first sight,
We haven't had four conversations,
And you've got a boyfriend,
But something still locks you inside my mind.

I think you just like to watch my concentration shatter
When you even fake a look in my general direction

Maybe that makes all of these words wrong.

But doesn't every pretty girl deserve at least one song?

On the first day,
Of second semester,
If were trading glances,
Is that my answer?
And on the first day,
I told you I write songs
I wonder how you'd feel if you knew,
That I wrote you one.