is it too on the nose
to compose prose, of you?
is it too obvious
to write songs of us?
no, this isn't a confession i am making
because this wouldn't be the best thing, to be saying

but i'm 22
but i'm 22
and i haven't stopped thinking about you

did you think i wanted you to know
did you think that i wanted you to know it all, before i do?
no, i didn't want you to know, before me, it's nothing right again i would do
and i would hopefully wait one day, cleansed of you cleansed of my soul

i will never, never, never know you
you will never, never, never know me
and i will never, never, never perceive you
you will never perceive me