Once I watched a snowflake drop from the sky
Onto a girl I danced with in 7th grade
She wore a pink scarf that wasn't wrapped very tightly
And had eyes that could burn a hole in your heart
I loved her slightly until she spoke
Because her words were too smart for my tiny, cute brain
So I just wished that she would bat her eyelashes at me
And that she never danced with me out of pity.
But some things can't be changed,
Like the fact that I was born in Connecticut or so young and stupid
I like to think that if I knew then what I know now
That I would’ve been fantastic
But let's face it, I'll always have been the one sitting in the corner crying in your high school's gym.
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