non-smoking

I, well, I can't help but stall

You don't seem to see at all

I'm into you more than you'd ever be to me

To pay a fee

For a one way ticket back to your hometown

In the smoking section, make your rounds

Well, I'm fed up, I give up

When I talk to you, I flub

I get all flustered, I mustered the courage for no result

I catapult

Myself into a place I took the blame

And everything just stayed the same

I, I'm waiting by your house

Your Dad is freaking out

Won't let you leave and once he does, says "Home by 10"

I'm back at 9 PM

Don't think I'm coming back again

Think we'd be better off as friends

I'd wait a few houses down

And I'd see you coming 'round

I crumble down and fall and take all your beratements

I sit on the pavement

And wish that I had never made it through

And forced myself to approach you

I'll take the pieces, tape them up, and glue them down

For you

For you