You tell me
You don’t like changing
In the locker room
And pull your sleeves down
And I think
There’s more under
Your clothes
Then skin
You tell me
You find a
"Don’t jump" self help book
On your Mom’s bedside table
And you don’t say anything else
About it
But I hope you
Don’t jump either
You laugh
And say
You hate soup
So you don’t eat anything instead
And I think I know something
You hate more than soup
You bite your lip
And tell me I look nice
And I hope you know
I like you too
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 11:08 PM UTC
You tell me
You don’t like changing
In the locker room
And pull your sleeves down
And I think
There’s more under
Your clothes
Then skin
You tell me
You find a
"Don’t jump" self help book
On your Mom’s bedside table
And you don’t say anything else
About it
But I hope you
Don’t jump either
You laugh
And say
You hate soup
So you don’t eat anything instead
And I think I know something
You hate more than soup
You bite your lip
And tell me I look nice
And I hope you know
I like you too