The Little Things

Clueless

He said I was clueless. He said I knew it all.

How could I be clueless and know it all.

Clueless as in everyone hates me and I just don't notice it or clueless as in oblivious to someone flirting with me.

Wishfully hoping its him flirting with me. He's just so different. Not my type, he's not like a super hot guy and he's not anything special, but that's what's got me intrigued.

I just don't understand what makes me like him so much, maybe it's that girl that flirts with him. Am I just jealous of something I don't own or I have. It's like she took the last candy in the jar, it wasn't ever mine, but I yearned for it.

What is it that makes me like him so much, what is it? 

Is it his heart, he could mend it with just a smile. His smile could light of the whole town, but maybe it has and I was just so clueless to it.

Oh little ole me. How could I be clueless knowing the world around me inch by inch?

How would I know if I'm clueless or he was just saying that?

How could I know if clueless ole me is even clueless?