Acts of Disservice

If this was second grade on the playground, you'd stick gum in my hair
And I would push you down on the blacktop
In sixth grade, we'd each have half of a necklace from Claire's
But then you'd get a boyfriend or I'd get a boyfriend and we would fight
And never know why, throw out my half and never know why

I'll be the first to admit that I'm scared, don't know where to go from here
I'm under-prepared but I know that makes two of us just so we're clear
I don't know how to love without being mean
And holding your hand just feels so obscene
And you're just the same, your insults are sweet
Cause sincerity is embarrassing

I would make you coffee, if I thought you could handle caffeine
And I'd write you letters, if I didn't have to see you three times a week
Instead, I'll pull your hair, roll my eyes whenever you speak
You'll call me a bitch something cruder, we both know that you're flirting

I'll be the first to admit that I'm scared, don't know where to go from here
I'm under-prepared but I know that makes two of us just so we're clear
I don't know how to love without being mean
And holding your hand just feels so obscene
And you're just the same, your insults are sweet
Cause sincerity is embarrassing

I would call you pet names, if I thought there were any you liked
And you would buy me presents if you thought I thought you were worth my time
And I've got the unshakeable feeling we'll laugh about this down the line
Either that or the pressure will build, then explode, and we'll end in decades of silence

Baked you a cake, wrote you a poem
The pan came out burned, my rhythm was off
Can't ever play nice; don't know any better
Every time I try to flirt it comes out all wrong
Go in for a peck and I'll end up biting
It's easy when you're sweet to act pissed off
I never learned how to be inviting
Hope you get all you need from this song

If this was second grade on the playground, you'd stick gum in my hair
And I would push you down on the blacktop
In sixth grade, we'd each have half of a necklace from Claire's
But then you'd get a boyfriend or I'd get a boyfriend and we would fight
And never know why, you'd throw out your half and never know why