in my mind there is a coffee shop
where we go after school
we sit and talk and wait a while
we think we're pretty cool
and every day these things go on
replaying scenes again
he puts his arm around my waist
in my head i pretend
i see us up against a wall
my bestfriend's jealous eyes
he knows that this one's not my type
he sees right through my lies
and how i wish that it could be
for once i'd get my wish
but all i've got's this parting glance
not even one last kiss
<3
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