you've never known your prioritiesnuntil the morning of the sixth daynwhen both sitting on the pool tablenyou whispered something to menfor everyone else to guess what it wasnexcept that they would never tellnhow far you can go, it's beyond compareni struggle not to blushnand elegantly hide my eyes under a redsox hatnwell you know me nowni am not that easy to make a move onni could back out any minutenand i could leave you right therenand then you bought me foodnthough you know i don't eatnand you got me with a drink with milknand bananas, oranges and strawberriesnand told me we could watch a DVDni sat down in a pouf you showed menand you sat down on the floor beside meni told you that i felt bad about itnand even asked you if you wanted my seatnyou said no, but your lap will do finenand with your hair you blocked the viewnit seemed like TV was eventually over for menand still i pretended to watch the movienand to know what was going onnasking you questions about the plotnand like who made the soundtrack?nwhen all i could care aboutnit was you on my lap, you on my lapnit was all i could care about