supernovice

All the boys, voices cracking...
Oh, the moaning half-tones...
Come summertime, we're all the same age here.
All the tension and the terror,
Thin-limbed, gorgeous, green eyes, smiling...
And I'm going straight to hell.
All the possibility and promise just weighs on me so heavily.

And I try, but I'm not convincing.
Your lips, they pout and twist.
And I die trying just to keep myself from kissing you.
You take in everything with a certainty I envy.
It's somehow all I need.
Just keep me guessing, please.

Darling, all of these awkward jumpstart-stalling conversations,
Mean much more to me than anything.
It comes down to me and you,
And whether we're supposed to or not, we still will.
We're so much better off than them.
All the possibility and promise just weighs on me so heavily...

A look.
A laugh.
A smile.
A second passes by and I regret it.
Words just aren't right.
Sometimes, I just can't explain -
All the ways you devastate me.
Always on my mind.