i ain t sure like two kids just waiting to catch a glimpse of the other one staring off in the direction of your own chapped lips the kind of signal that would prompt you to kiss i am giving off signals of distress just staring at my phone thinking about what it s like when you undress or if you care if i stare because i care you re looking down at me over your glasses the ones you found in grandad s attic and you re wishing your outlook were as dark as you lips with that blackberry tint blackberry tint