Stupid day

Lit my bangs on fire lighting a cigarette, and that's not even the most embarrassing thing I've done in front of you. Maybe today takes the cake. You and I crossed paths enough times it should be considered a lovers knot. If only we were lovers. My point is; any thing I could've ever said to you, anything I've ever thought of saying to you, it all dried up in my throat. I know you're shy. I'm sorry I subject you to my awkward waves and half smiles. I wish I knew how to talk to you alone the way I know how to talk to you around all our friends.