I feel like I should be
In a Michael Cera movie;
I should be awkward, 15 --
Faced with challenger, all of them mean.
I know there's gunna be a girl,
One that makes me speak word salad.
If I don't happen to hurl,
Maybe the girl will invoke a ballad.
I want to overcome
This painfully-shy boyhood.
Before my movie's done,
I want to know I did good.
Will it take a beard
For a girl to take me on?
Wouldn't it be weird,
If only men came on?
Maybe there'll be a scene,
Just at the end,
Wherein we're out in the green;
A summer lovesong to send.
