When we were in fifth grade we used to pretend that you were the President.
We’d sit you up on your desk, located on the tallest slide and bow down to you,
And then you’d address the world.
And when I got bored, I’d go pinch the boy I liked
And when he ran away, I’d kick him
But I don’t think I ever kicked you
Because you never ran away
And when we were thirteen
You biked to my house in the rain
And I didn’t even offer you a towel
But you didn’t even kiss me.
So we both can have our regrets, I guess
But now
When we’re sitting in your car
With wind in our hair
We can feel our pasts
Meshing like
The way our lips do
When we sing together
You make my heart, skip
Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 6:11 PM UTC
When we were in fifth grade we used to pretend that you were the President.
We’d sit you up on your desk, located on the tallest slide and bow down to you,
And then you’d address the world.
And when I got bored, I’d go pinch the boy I liked
And when he ran away, I’d kick him
But I don’t think I ever kicked you
Because you never ran away
And when we were thirteen
You biked to my house in the rain
And I didn’t even offer you a towel
But you didn’t even kiss me.
So we both can have our regrets, I guess
But now
When we’re sitting in your car
With wind in our hair
We can feel our pasts
Meshing like
The way our lips do
When we sing together
You make my heart, skip
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