Wearing clothes is like a boundary
its just a profound thing
and wearing a really short skirt
makes me kinda hurt
and i sorta feel like Sarah Holt
which makes me awaken with a jolt
and i realize i should had never dozed off
and i feel real stupid and i slightly scoff
straight in the middle of class
and i end up looking like a huge jackass
so i slide down slightly in my chair
trying to avoid every burning stare
then that one sweet guy
who is really kinda shy
he gets a nerve and tries to flirt
and i always feel a little bit hurt
cause im in a long relationship
and i try so hard not to let shit flip
so i smile and try to be nice
as i feel my heart freeze over, solid ice
i lovingly pat his head
and i see a faint tear that hes shed
fall to the ground
after walking away then turning around
i end up feeling like shit
like i got hit
and every thing started
cuz i felt retarded
bout wearing clothes
