All week
I've been watching rom-coms
In my room
Jotting down notes
To try approach you
Because I
Just wanna get closer
Closer to you
Can we split the check
If we get food?
I'm not made of money
Not to be rude
But I'll pay for Uber
Just 'cause I adore you
I'm sitting
In this Whole Foods
Hoping to run into you
With my cartful of kombucha
I want you in my future
And did you know
How pretty you are
When I look at you
I see stars
All these
Hot suburban moms
And their hot daughters
That just made the varsity
Tennis team
And now
I'm riding shotgun in your mom's
Minivan
And take me to your home, mama
Back in the cul-de-sac
Valerie
I love you
But you're friends are so hot
I don't know what to do
I'm tired of watching
Paul Rudd get all the girls
While I sit in the background
Clutching my pearls
If you love something
You should let it go
But if you like something
Keep that shit on a string
'Til the feeling is gone
And you
Keep talking shit
But you can't deny
I'm in your girl's playlist