Fifteen

I keep waiting for the day that You don't find me so appalling We might even speak in public I have this hand, you could hold it I met you when I was fifteen I didn't know anything Now, I think I might know more than I want to Like what you think of me I want to show you my favorite Spot under the Wilson Bridge Where I would go when they were fighting I don't know, I thought you might like it When do you think you might call me? I'll creep through your spooky alley Get down on my knee and dig my hand into the garden for your key