Grinding the 2007

Its one in the morning,
And I don't wanna go home,
Laying in your driveway,
Talking bout when we were young,
Remembering the good times,
Cares lost to the world,
Except making it home for dinner,
And doing most of what we were told,

Cause we were just kids,
As awkward as could be,
I turned nine years old when you moved next door to me,
Blonde hair brighter then the heavens,
Blue eyes from a dream,
I hid my flushed face so that you wouldn't see,
That I thought you were the prettiest girl that I had ever seen,
Everything that I could ever wish a girl to be.

It getting later,
The stars in the sky,
They reflect the ones that shine so bright in your eyes,
How can I look up at them with you by my side,
There's more than your sweet perfume filling this warm summer air tonight,
My heart alive in my chest,
As we lay on the concrete and reminisce,
The light from the window illuminates the red lipstick on your lips,
I think to myself this is bliss,
As i lean my head in slowly trying hard not to miss,
Apparently I did,

I like you as a friend,
That's what she said to me,
Those six little words hurt like you wouldn't believe,
Cut me deep and left me to bleed,
Its a long way home,
When heartbreak drops you to your knees.

Cause we were just kids,
As awkward as could be,
I turned nine years old when you moved next door to me,
Blonde hair brighter then the heavens,
Blue eyes from a dream,
Man they were pretty,
But I guess they were never meant for me.