You say another stupid thing

Just to make me mad

And I can't help

But yell again

Even though I'm glad

Glad to be back

Glad to be here

Glad to see you

Glad to see your lips twist into that stupid smirk

Wondering what else they could--

No.

You comment on how I never make any effort

As I throw my crumpled report at you

And I sneer

But then, I catch your look

Oh god, how can you look at me that way?

Your eyes are coal-black fire and I just want to--

No.

My sneer has fallen from my face

And I can't find that smirk you always wear

And suddenly you're leaning over you desk and--

Oh

Your lips are so soft...

Why can't you do more of this

And wear less of that smirk?