Everything is so awkward now,
After that twisted little incident.
I don't know why.
I cover it up as best as I can,
But it's not good enough.
Traces of that awkwardness get through.
You, meanwhile,
Sit there like nothing ever happened.
That one misunderstanding?
What misunderstanding?
Nothing is awkward to you.
You're unfazed.
And while I'm squirming in my seat,
Trying to think of something to say,
You're sitting there,
With that stupid smirk on your face,
Watching me.
Sometimes I wish you thought it was awkward too.