bookstore boy
i’m just there to establish a presence,
and you’re no one or nothing (or something)
but i want you to know who i am
and i want you to see me from under my hat
i bet you’re real cute when you’re driving
you’re someone to somebody but not to me
i’m just looking for something
that i can’t find in me
you’re holding back and looking behind me
i think she’s cute too,
at least cuter than i am
our eyes dance around each others
through the shelves and over books
maybe we’ll brush up against each other in line, sometime
but not today, not right now.
and i won’t even remember your smile tomorrow.