I feel alive when you look at me
every hair standing on end
breath trapped inside my body
Waiting for what you say next
I am chocolate melting in the face of the sun
the smallest particles of my body freed
playing on a summer's day
when we brush past one another
And with my atomic structure
There goes my head
Half the time I don't even know
where my mouth gets these words
But you, you don't even notice
That there's a brown puddle on the sidewalk
Where the girl you just waved to once stood
Languishing in the memory of your warmth
She is gone, gone, gone
Up on cloud nine
Turning around to look at your back
And smile the goofiest grin
She is almost not me at this point
Cracking jokes left and right
Practically dancing in the halls
And as you know, I don't dance
And then the next period, daydreaming in class
Concocting conversations that'll never happen
Not in a million years, I say
She nods, but simply carries on anyway
She's a little stupid, and a lot messy, I admit
After all, her brain took a hike 10 minutes ago
But she's a burst of sultry sweetness contrasting
with the bitter bastion that I tell myself to be
I feel alive when you look at me
Because for a moment
The seams the world has stitched into me loosen,
and I become someone new
every hair standing on end
breath trapped inside my body
Waiting for what you say next
I am chocolate melting in the face of the sun
the smallest particles of my body freed
playing on a summer's day
when we brush past one another
And with my atomic structure
There goes my head
Half the time I don't even know
where my mouth gets these words
But you, you don't even notice
That there's a brown puddle on the sidewalk
Where the girl you just waved to once stood
Languishing in the memory of your warmth
She is gone, gone, gone
Up on cloud nine
Turning around to look at your back
And smile the goofiest grin
She is almost not me at this point
Cracking jokes left and right
Practically dancing in the halls
And as you know, I don't dance
And then the next period, daydreaming in class
Concocting conversations that'll never happen
Not in a million years, I say
She nods, but simply carries on anyway
She's a little stupid, and a lot messy, I admit
After all, her brain took a hike 10 minutes ago
But she's a burst of sultry sweetness contrasting
with the bitter bastion that I tell myself to be
I feel alive when you look at me
Because for a moment
The seams the world has stitched into me loosen,
and I become someone new
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