The girl with the guitar by the campfire left me speechless all night.
With a pile of wood lying next to her, how could I sit at her side?
The light dancing off her face kept me in fear.
I was too stoned and I’d drank too much beer.
I was trying to think but my mind wasn’t clear.
I wanted to run but the blaze drew me nearer.
And then,
She told me her name, and she acted quite shy.
I played her guitar after I told her mine.
She sang her song beside that grassy knoll.
This chemical love had taken its toll.
The girl over there in the classroom never did meet my glance.
Would she ever talk to me? Tell me, what is the chance?
Oh, but now she looks so good in those clothes.
I could walk up and talk but you know how that goes.
Maybe if I could disguise all my woes,
We’d get along but now everyone knows
That,
She might feel the same about some other guy.
And I am not him, and now that could be why
She won’t know my name the next time that we meet
Or pay me no mind, leaving me in defeat.
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The girl in the bar on the dance floor, she was looking at me.
No, but I can’t certain now what to believe.
Is there a shadow that lurks at her side?
Would she be perfect for only one night?
Is this a soul in which I could confide?
Will she see the beauty that’s hidden inside
Of me now?
Disdain for the love of this game is consuming me.
Discouraging truths stemming from jealousy.
Beliefs soaked in lust now brew pessimist views.
And now my ideals of love appear drastically skewed.
We’ll retrace our steps to a school-yard ten years before
Where love between girls and boys surfaced as so much more.
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