I wear my favorite T-shirts on the days you and I have the same class.
She told me her name was “Zara, with a Z”. Wether the “with a Z” part was out of habit or because she wanted to start a conversation, I’ll never know.
You told me you liked my sweater and I wanted to wear it everyday after that. But I wore it every other day so you wouldn’t think it meant that much to me.
//She said she was a model, well obviously
Cause I can sure picture her between my sheets
Baby was a flower with rose petal cheeks
And every time she talk was like a gold medal speech
Intelligent, she should teach
And if so, I would be a nerd like Screech
I told her I would write a rhyme about her, and it would be sweet
I said “I need the perfect track,” she said “that’s deep”
Worked on it all nite, didn’t get no sleep
Now here is my song, and this is the beat//
I belittled what I thought of the pictures of you by saying you were “photogenic”. I meant to say you look enchantingly beautiful. Sorry I decided to hide behind words.
//When you wake up in the mornin’, baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near.
I’d just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind//
Give me a sign of what you’re interested in before I go over and show you how boring I am.
She didn’t smile this time. She looked different. I’m not sure it was worth the walk, but it was worth the coffee.
//I feel like no one over here really gets me. I want to meet more people like u. like us!//
I could never remember her name. I always thought she had forgotten mine. But today she found me on facebook.
