Fireworks

By the fireworks We are in the same chair Under the same blanket When she puts her head on my shoulder Sparks are flying and they are not just the fireworks I tell myself Here we go again I've caught the feelings! This time for a straight girl Our number one rule is never to fall for one My mother tells me that I do not listen She doesn't know how right she is She's bubbly, this girl She's small and she's blonde And I felt like we had a bond Because sometimes she clings to me One more thing She has never specified wether or not She is straight Their is a small glimmer of hope That I know will be put out Just like the fireworks