Cue the sad song there’s the rain
Might as well make a movie scene
The girl with the journal
Watching the boy with the guitar
Walk away before anything happens
While she writes on scratched pages
He’s singing lyrics and tunes out of cages
Smiles and goes with that style of hipster
Only in those movies will the boy fall for the writer
She’s playing conversations in her head
Feeling butterflies that she never thought she’d feel again
Was bitter enough to get words written
Now these words are blocked and smitten
Distracted by the boy singing with his guitar
His smile disturbing the beat of her heart
