The first time we made out was underneath the Giddings bridge Faces slurping and smacking hands tentative grabs the retreating We move like two dancers who can't see each other Like two musicians who can't hear what the other is playing
And I think we invented awkward at least that's how it seemed to me Just trying to fit our faces together
You got some dirt on your back let me brush it off Let's hold sweating hands for the next block You see them pointing and laughing just let it roll right off
