Story of the present.

Let's not make it into a big thing
Let's not get lost in this
I know it is, i know we could
I guess we surely would
Let's pretend it's not
It doesn't mean a thing

Let's not blow it out of all senses
As though it meant so much
It's always thought about for weeks
Not everytime your lips meet mine, i think of her
But when her hands reach out, i think of you