When you're sixteen
And tired of feeling left out
Boring
Mortal
And someone offers you a lifetime of being, "cool"
Being the oracle
Being special
What do you do?
You take it.
Because you're sixteen
And tired of feeling left out
But you learn the hard way
That decisions made at sixteen
Usually are stupid
Foolish
You watch your friends
The way they love one another,
Arms intertwined
Gazing at one another
Like the other is the most important person in the world
And you wish that someone
Just once
Would love you like that.
But they can't
The years go by
And you're lonely.
Lonelier than you've evereverever been
And you cry yourself to sleep.
But things change when he comes along.
You've known him forever and a day
So why is he suddenly the most important thing in the world?
Why do you blush
When he smoothes your hair
Or compliments your art?
He's a god.
An immature
Irresponsible
Meaningless
god.
But you does have to admit
When he's around,
You doesn't feel left out
Boring
Mortal
No, when he's around
You're the most important person in the world.
