The awkward ness is real
Whenever you are near
But you don’t seem to notice
But I am always stumbling of my words
Asking stupid questions
Like what do you think of birds
You just smile and laugh
And I try to stand
As you just hold my hand
Then when the night falls
We walk the halls
And I listen to you talk
Of how you want to travel
But you have to wait
For the rest of your life to unravel
And as the hour is late
I take you home
And I am left alone
But your words are left in my head
And as I am lying in this bed
All I can think about is you
But do you think of me?