As I sit in algebra
I can't help but remember
Last years' algebra class--
Our algebra class

Giggling as the teacher taught
In our own little world

Your head on my shoulder,
Or hand on my thigh;
Stroking my hair

I told myself it meant nothing
Pretending my heart didn't race

I told myself this is just how friends act
Ignoring my blushing cheeks

And even though it got messy
I loved every second of it

I want so desperately
To go back
To our
Stolen glances
Secret whispers
Sloppy doodles

Back to that little algebra class
Full of palpable tension

Back to that little algebra class
Teeming with hidden passion

Back to that little algebra class;
Back before you were
"A boy from my past"