the boy next door.

i listen to my radio and think about you

it doesn't matter who they are

as long as they are new

they are asking me,

what is the other one thinking?

i'm jumping from rock to rock

already

are you proud?

am i too intense?

which is better

when they jump ship

straight off the bat

or as the sun is coming up

i need the stars to navigate by

i wanna be your muse

what if someone doesn't need one?

i still want to be there in their bed

looking back at them

you'd melt

guess i'm just hung up

on those blue eyes

maybe boys lie when they tell me things

maybe i shouldn't believe them

it's just that

well, the boys i know

sound so truthful

' anyone who doesn't want to kiss you ever time they look at you is a fucking fool '

' you have beautiful symmetry.. . . like something da vinci would have drawn'

' you're my dream girl'

' you're fantasy material'

' you're perfect'

if i remembered anything like that, that you said

i'd put it here.

(sounds so icky to end it there, but i don't know what else to say)