It's always been up to your friends
They'll make your mind up
For you
The popularity's gone to your head
But still I don't
Ignore you
You ran for school election
You even got my vote
And did you know
My favourite past time's poetry
And yesterday I wrote
Just because I'm nerdy
And my friends are thirty
Doesn't mean that I swing that way
You've got complications
And a reputation
Wouldn't wanna get in your way
Anyway
This morning you walked past my door
Just like a daydream
But much more
I followed you round to the store
And I was shell-shocked when I saw
You and your friends
Were smoking
It always makes me choke
And did you know
I'd do anything to have you
But I wouldn't take a toke
Just because I'm nerdy
And my friends are thirty
Doesn't mean that I swing that way
You've got complications
And a reputation
Wouldn't wanna get in your way
Anyway
Anyway yeah (x2)
You said my words were beautiful
They almost made you cry
The markings on the wall
Were jaded I wonder why
Just because you're nerdy
And your friends are thirty
Doesn't mean she won't swing your way
She's got complications
And a reputation
Go ahead and stand in her way
Just because you're nerdy
And your friends are thirty
Doesn't mean she won't swing your way
She's got complications
And a reputation
Go ahead and stand in her way
Anyway (x3)
When you were little you were so much different to the way you are today, I could talk to you about anything and you wouldn’t laugh at me, wouldn’t mock me in front of your friends, treated me as if I were your brother and that’s the way I wanted it to stay. This however, seemed to change when you turned 13, obviously being the age were you were developing gracefully into a beautiful women. I didn’t know how to interrupt the change; me being a boy it was hard for me to understand how you were feeling, it was actually quite hard for me to understand anything you were going through. I felt that I didn’t know you anymore and that’s when I began to feel the way I did.
Although you were popular with most of the people in school, I didn’t change the way I acted towards you, I treated you the same. I voted for you in the school election even if I felt the other candidates’ alibis were much better. The only reason I voted for you was because of the past, I just thought you put so much effort into the election and I wanted to get you something you desperately wanted. You didn’t win though, but I had the satisfaction of knowing I voted for you, I felt happy.
The last time I saw you was when you were with your friends, chatting and laughing about something, obviously totally oblivious to me staring at you out of my window. This was when I knew I needed to speak to you; I needed to know why you didn’t acknowledge my presence. I followed not caring about the outcome but when I saw you I stopped totally shocked to see that you actually were falling into your friends’ traps. I couldn’t believe it you always told me that smoking was for losers and there you were smoking, being a loser! It annoyed me that you were proving to be fickle and naïve all of the things I didn’t want you to be, you changed and I really didn’t like it I wanted you to return to the way you were. However my mum did tell me not all dreams come true and this was a time when I knew this theory was proving right.
I don’t actually know what drove you to change, but the moment when I saw you walking towards me I knew something was up. You held white papers in your hand, well when I say held it were more of a disturbed clutch. It worried me, I didn’t know what was on the papers and from the looks of it you looked rather upset.
“Did you write this?” You asked me and without looking at the papers I couldn’t say yes. I shock my head and just stood there motionless.
“It has your name on it”
“Well then it must be mine” I cant believe I admitted to that I knew nothing about it, for all I knew it could be something disgraceful, but at this moment in time I was just glad to be speaking to you. I took the paper out of your hands and began to read, it was my poems, the ones I threw away because I thought they were rubbish. You began to cry and I knew I had done something; I was scared that I hurt you, but you replied with a simple.
“They are beautiful, did you really write this? Its excellent I love it”
This was when I knew everything was ok, I knew you were back to the way you had been. You were chatting to me like you used to and I felt happy and this time I was actually communicating with you.
Its now back to the way it was, you speak to me and I speak to you. The friends you have previously been hanging around with no longer wish to acknowledge you. That’s the way I wanted to be and now was the time were I felt that my mum was lying the theory had proved wrong it was a never end circle and this time it stopped on the part I wanted it to, the truth.