By the fireworks We are in the same chair Under the same blanket When she puts her head on my shoulder Sparks are flying and they are not just the fireworks I tell myself Here we go again I've caught the feelings! This time for a straight girl Our number one rule is never to fall for one My mother tells me that I do not listen She doesn't know how right she is She's bubbly, this girl She's small and she's blonde And I felt like we had a bond Because sometimes she clings to me One more thing She has never specified wether or not She is straight Their is a small glimmer of hope That I know will be put out Just like the fireworks