wee bit of attention is just a
wee bit of attention. Did I mention?
Serves at Dunkin’ Donuts; slid me an
extra glazed donut – it hurts, don’t it?
Not a secret crush in Connecticut,
yet an opportunity I wouldn’t regret.
Got a chance to blush in Connecticut,
yet not one single stone has been set, ’cause
no one deserves to be a substitution
(Am I substituting bodies?);
no one wants second place resolution
(Who’s this second place hottie?).
To transfer my infatuation to an
slightly-less nonexistent situation
valid fear, is it not?