The first time we made out was underneath the Giddings bridge
Faces slurping and smacking hands tentative grabs the retreating
We move like two dancers who can't see each other
Like two musicians who can't hear what the other is playing
And I think we invented awkward
at least that's how it seemed to me
Just trying to fit our faces together
You got some dirt on your back let me brush it off
Let's hold sweating hands for the next block
You see them pointing and laughing just let it roll right off