My Life Would Look Alright on the Silver Screen (4/7/07)

So there we were... walking on the rooftop above an old city.
The street lights blurred below us.

It was there he kissed me
I just walked away.

He caught up to me and kissed me again.
I didn't protest; I just let it happen.

He kissed me again and again.
Pressing his lips hard against mine.

I'm not sure why I didn't like it,
I just didn't.

It wasn't because I didn't find him attractive.
He was Apollo with James Dean's smile.

And it wasn't because I thought he was dull.
We could laugh and talk for hours.

So there we were... walking on the rooftop above this city.
In any movie this would have been the perfect romatic scene.

He kissed me, below a million stars.
And I felt nothing.