If it’s not too awkward

You are the type to tilt to only one side of these weights
I mean With all those emotions
Playing on a beautiful surface
I remember lying down and thinking
I cant wait to write songs about that face
And wonder why it didn’t work out

I know Its getting late
I should probably go home
My mom’s blowing up my phone
Ive got a curfew @ eight

So i haven’t seen you in a while
Yet we’ve just met now
nothing awkward about that
You break the ice and we’re cool
But only for a little while until the silence.
It creeps in and i start thinking
I wonder if im still bothered by the thoughts if you

If its not too awkward
Take me to my bus stop
Maybe we just might do this again
I guess we’ll just pick it up
From where we left it the last time
‘The last time’
I told myself a hundred times

Author: Suave savage

Sometimes i read posts and think 'Now why didn't i think to write that?' and manage to maintain a hate-love-ship with the writer and the article respectively.Also,I seem to write a lot about writing

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