awkward teenage moments...
it was raining...
The Silent Concerto
We’re sitting here
Shoe-to-shoe
Inside away
From the rain
Raining so hard
That you want to
Dance
To the awkward measures
And the rule-breaking tempos
I hear they call it “the silent concerto”
Of an awkward romance
But not now
We both know
We can’t dance this slow
At least not
With shafts of light
Like the arrows stuck inside our hearts
Messing up our steps
They’re messing up our steps
Too nervous
Too nervous
Too nervous
To move
So we just sit here
Adidas to cons
I’d like to think
That you’re thinking
Whatever I’m thinking
And I think you are
Three second glances
Is what we do
None of us turns to move
I think we’re getting use to it
By the next glance
We’ll be comfortable with the silence
Gnawing over the rain
It’s gnawing over the rain
Rain playing hop-scotch
Across the skylight
Beautiful angels ignite
Almost transparent playing with love that’s so young
But still none of us wants to move
We don’t need help
Just copy and paste the moon
Is this the longing that can never be long enough
Is this the waiting that can never wait enough
Is this the romance that can never be awkward enough
Is this the silent concerto
Of an awkward
Teenage couple
It is