Through all the awkward stares
And the intelligent battles
We sit together to finish this model.
I speak about nothing useful
And you make fun
While your hands work magic
On the breadboard we’ve got.
Four more years of this life
And I hope we get to be on the same team
Because I’m as useless as the empty cupboard
Near our feet.
Please forgive me for not knowing better
I try, but fail as much
As the sun fails to stay up all night
And sends it’s leave letter.
But I’m so confused as to how you think and feel
You seem distant
And I often think it’s because of me
Whether that be true or not to be.