Stall

Six months, at bay we wrecked the porch,
We kissed at dark, we crossed a line,
Where it was blurred, not sure it’s smart.
Cuz I’m not the angel that he wishes I could be,
For all my storms, all words escape me, every time he looks at me.
And I hated the way we talked as if there was nothing really important to say.
Till I noticed how he stuck around every time I wished he would stay.
Anticipation killed me nightly,
He slept soundly while I laid awake.
Till it was more than I could take.
Six spun the bottle that I was too afraid to try,
Been with lots of boys,
And they screwed me up,
So I learned to lie.
He plays me records, gets me home safe late at night.
He kissed me one too many times.
But still, this boy,
He couldn’t see the light.
But I hated the way we talked as if there was nothing really important to say.
Till I noticed how he stuck around every time I wished he would stay.
This could turn out fine,
If I shut up and let things be okay.
But I thought back while we laid in his bed.
And I worry about the line between his and mine, and what the boys’ll say.
When I finally gave him up and walked away,
He started following.
This is harder than I ever thought it’d be.
So tell me, will I pay
For the smack that left me safe?
So let’s stay in bed all day,
And may things go by, okay?