Senior Year Butterflies

There she goes again, what do I say to her?

Damn, I’m trembling like a mofo

This is so embarrassing, my legs will not stop shaking and the sweat

from my forehead will not stop trickling

There she goes again, she’s walking right past me

The homies are right here, psyching me up—

shouldn’t I have some more confidence?

I don’t want them flaming me at the lunch table tomorrow

There she goes again, she’s staring right at me

I better not turn away, I better look her in the eye

I’m a pussy for looking down at my Nikes

There she goes again, I have so much acne

No matter how much Proactiv I put on before coming to school

Those popped pimple blemishes aren’t working in my favor,

I got caught in a train wreck with the receding stages of puberty

There she goes again, I still haven’t read that book to her yet

I just need to sit down with her one of these days

Whenever that happens

There she goes again, she wants to start a conversation

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