i keep trying to write about how you and i met but i can never get it right
sometimes i try too hard to describe you that i forget how you look like
and yet i remember the moment we made eye contact so vividly that i still catch my breath

the truth is, we weren't anything and we aren't anything
we kept up with the game of ours though
glancing at each other and looking away when we catch each other staring
i thought that maybe it was just a coincidence or that you were looking at the girl sat behind me
and oh, there were a lot of pretty girls behind me

but one day we were both alone and we were walking home
you smiled at me and i you, like we had an inside joke
your hair was floppy and you had warm and inviting eyes with a lovely smile to match
we were like parallel lines
we could see each other but we couldn't cross each other's paths

then you graduated and i didn't even manage to find out your name
yet i'm still writing about you