You call yourself a cynic
I call you a sinner
You chauffeur me home
I am cruising on my temptation
Your fingers play the dashboard
As you sing your Counting Crows
Chords crash in my heart
I trip over your charm
As you confide in me your future
I need no convincing
You will be a big star
I wish on you already
I do cartwheels
Sitting next to you, I am challenged
I catch your concern
When I can no longer hold your eye
Your voice falls out of tune
You drain your water bottle
I see your skin, choked with your own
Careless disregard for
My craving
It competes with my control
Black hair falls into your chestnut eyes
And I am muted
By my crush and your conversation