dancing to songs we hate
let's go to the highschool dance and try to be teenaged for once. we'll dress up in fancy clothes and i'll tell you how pretty you look. we'll laugh at the kids as they try to dance and impress their dates. and we will dance along to some new pop song that we both hate. remeber the night that i rained because i realized i'd finally been loved. and the storm came and swallowed you up, and i don't mind that we got stuck. but sometimes i'm scared that this won't last like a sunny day, i know that it will pass. but i hate the sun and i don't hate this smile that i get when we kiss. so i'm sorry i compared you to the sun but there is just no metaphor that i can think of. when your lips formed a smile time stopped for a while, i promise that i'm not lieing. i swear the earth changed for me personally because there's no such thing as science.