Stepping On Cracks

I can still hear the laughter. Feel that creeping burn I get When I realize I've made a fool of myself. Again. I can never figure out the right thing to say, Always feel a touch out of rhythm: Take a third step to their two Or trip over my shoelaces. I just want to prove that I'm as grown as they are, I'm as cool as they are, I'm as nonchalant as they are, I've got it all figured out just like they do.