Someone else's date
in someone else's door,
there's a girl with cherry chapstick on and nothing more.
It's such a lurid pose
and she seems this close,
but not to me.

Clear as day,
crawling home at night,
wondering why the girls don't look at me when I walk by.
And the way they make me feel is way too real to believe.

Wondering what it could be like if I could be that smooth.
I could think about all that I missed out.
It's hard to do.

Someone else's date
in someone else's door,
there's a girl with cherry chapstick on and nothing more.
It's such a lurid pose
and she seems this close,
but not to me.

Running around in circles all day long.