crazed on ours

I didn't think before I did it.  I didn't even scan the room.

I kissed you, almost immediately when you named my favorite song.

Is it time to say it, or yell it out loud? 

I can't help but think—when they see us kiss,

when I touch your hand, or brush your shoulder, 

will they know everything, and these moments won’t just be ours anymore?

If only you weren’t so nice to me, I surely wouldn't have kissed you.

I wouldn't care so much to hide this love. I'm sorry I kissed you. I'm sorry that they’ll know now.

What shall remain of us, when it’s not ours anymore?