You take a drag from your cigarette, I try to keep my cool.
You lean against the wall, I stand awkwardly, watching your every move.
Your backwards hat and long, frizzy hair make me smile.
They'd be silly on anyone else, but they make you, you.
You never say much, but when you speak, you're so profound.
I shouldn't be around you, you're in with the wrong crowd;
But there's something about you that I just need in my life, and I'm not sure why.
You probably won't amount to anything, just lounging and smoking all day.
I really shouldn't love you so much, you and all the words that you left unsaid.
I should probably walk away from the convenience store that has virtually become your home.
I should probably walk away, and never look back.
But here I stand, watching you smoke while your creepy friend dances.

You've never asked me to leave, so I guess I'll just take my chances.