You asked me where my glasses were last night.
Me of course being the responsible person I am,
Replied that I had lost them...
Again.
You took off yours,
Those square frames that scream it's you,
And gave them to me.
I pretended to test them out,
Because I knew that's what you wanted.
But all I could think about,
Was how close you were to me
And the pounding like a drum in my chest.
You see everything in the world through those glasses....
Except what's right in front of you.