Maybe you know me
That dork in the front
He is me, Quinn Brutowsky
And I’m sorry if I’m blunt
But remember back then
That football game night?
When I gave you a soda
And you said, “Thanks, alright!”?
You brushed on my hand
And from that evening on
My heart was encaptured
By your sweet siren song
You breathe in the oxygen
And out CO2
When I can’t hear you breathing
Then I feel blue
You’re prettier than
An Elven priestess
Who’s locked in a dungeon
By the dragon Bormess
You smell like my mother
On last mother’s day
But its not like I like her!
At least not that way…
When I hear your name
My heart goes a’ reeling
It doesn’t take an algorithm
To plot out this feeling
When I’m hanging for life
My the end of my drawers
From the top of a flagpole
The jocks keeping score
I remember your face
And its pimple-free sheen
And I can’t help but smile
While my braces doth gleem
And so I must ask you
And hope for a chance
Will you come with me
To our next school dance?