Underage on the pavement Streetlight as spotlight Silent block, sidewalk seat Pulling, picking weeds Tell me all of it You downplay the weight By talking quick While I braid your hair with my hands Everywhere I look There is a river Notebook float that I live on We gawk and laugh Our tricks are the same color Through the blue glass The light just wants to hang around you Time capsules already sorted through And in the girls room, hip to hip A circle of "I admit I..." I just want to hang around you Do you? Made of magazines Left off our names Hid one in the toilet stall Sprinkled a few in the hall Stole the book about Your favorite band By throwing it out of the School library's window Said you got a ticket From speeding to see me That whole summer we wrote letters like Anaïs and Henry You left some things unsaid And I liked you more for that And in the girls room, hip to hip A circle of "I admit I..." I just want to hang around you Do you?