I think its funny
That I'm hanging out with your sister
That we're going to make pottery, of all things
I think its hilarious
That all I can think about is your smile
My sides are splitting
At the fact that I'll never do anything like this
With you
I'm slapping my knee
Because you will never be mine
I'm done laughing
And all that's left
Is a smile
Plastered where
My heart used to be