God, when I looked over
and realized he was wearing
blue jeans, white shirt
something felt heavy on my heart
Isn't it funny
I was just thinking that morning
standing if front of the mirror
putting on mascara
'What if he was wearing
blue jeans and a white shirt
what would that mean
that he actually notices me'
He must have heard me
walking just behind
barely out of the conversation
'now my life is sweet like cinnamon'
'I want to know who's
listening to this song'
I thought he didn't even hear
or more likely, even care
Though I know
it was all a coincidence
and he doesn't care about
what I like
He doesn't care about me
and he doesn't even like me