sometimes you're like homework
so confusing
and i just stare at you
absent-mindedly
hating you
yet you're important to me
it's so hard to finish you
and i lose inspiration every now and then
but when i get high as my grades
i come running back to you

i can't wait to graduate from school
get rid of this infatuation
we would be adults by then
and hopefully this mess will be sorted out

It pounds on my window                                  I look at the the cloudy skies                           I wonder if you still think about you and I

Come closer.
I won't bite.
Take that back.
Yes I will.
If you want me to.

I have no dance partner.
It's just me and the mirror.
My rhythm is a little off.
My towel dropped.
The air is hitting my naked body.
The music is slow.
My hair is wet.
It's just me.
Dancing.

All this time I thought I was the one with the issues.
I guess not.