Her forehead is furrowed
Eyebrow wrinkled...

I'm not a pile of fluffy pancakes
Don't pour your maple on me...

What am I feeling?
I don't know what I'm thinking...

Why is it
That every time i climb up that hill...

I used to catch you staring at me
Seeping through me like i was a sieve...

I really took a leap with you
I jumped into your pool of gold...

i wish you wouldn't ignore me
especially when I'm standing right next to you...