It's rather twisted,
The way I'm watching children play at lovers
As though their very souls would burst
Without this game.
Kisses and caresses blare messages of ownership
To the rest of adolescent society
Until next week, when all falls to bits.
I've never understood the whys of this
Infantile mating ritual
Based on possession and
No real intimacy is established,
But God, does this feel good…
Tomorrow we'll remember how I hate the way you laugh
And you can't stand my negative attitude.
The drama will ensue.
Tomorrow we'll allow the rest of adolescent society
Front row seats to the demise of our supposed love
But for today, can't you hold me just a little bit tighter?
I don't think everyone can tell that we're dating
By the way I'm only barely pressed right up against you.