Stuck to this song. All I feel.

[Boughs]

All I can remember is the way we touched lips but didn't kiss, because I knew she loved someone else... but she kissed me. She got out of the car, about to open her gate, my headlights on her... I jumped out just as she was about to close the gate, and I kissed her. Her eyes were open. After I kissed her, I looked at her, and her eyes shifted back and forth, worried. She ran off... and my stomach was on fire. I will fear the class we have together. We sat next to each other, and now I'll sit away from her. I'm afraid of the teacher saying "why are you sitting away from each other? don't like each other anymore?" and I'll just have to grab my bag and run. She won't chase, I'll just keep running. and all I want to ask her is "can you still feel the butterflies?"... because I still do.

 

"I have been feeling guilty because I really cannot give you what you want from me"... I'll always close my eyes at the end of that.

 

She reminded me that I still had my "high school heart". I'm glad I haven't lost it.

 

I obviously didn't write this, but its everything I feel.

 

 

Jimmy Eat World - "For Me This is Heaven"

 

The first star I see may not be a star

You can't do a thing but wait

So let's wait for one more...

 

And the time's such clumsy time

I'm deciding if it's time

 

I'm careful but not sure how it goes

You can lose yourself in your courage

 

When the time we have now ends

When the big hand goes round again...

 

Can you still feel the butterflies?

Can you still hear the last goodnight?

 

And the mindless comfort grows

When I'm alone with my 'great' plans

 

And this is what you said gets her through it

If I don't let myself be happy now then when?

If not now when

The time we have now ends

And when the big hand goes round again...

 

Can you still feel the butterflies?

Can you still hear the last goodnight?

 

I close my eyes and believe

Wherever you are

Angel for when the time we have now ends

And when the big hand goes round again

 

Can you still feel the butterflies?

Can you still hear the last goodnight?