Hope. (It’s not just for the rebellion)

To the lass I just passed on the grass with Dat ASS,
you entice all my deep routed fears.
To say no, I would show just how slow I would go,
but I’m sure it would all end in tears.

So I’ll try (though I’m shy) to pass by with an eye,
on a future life built around you.
But I think I would sink to the brink of the drink,
Coz I think I know just what you’d do

Shout and scream (you’re so mean) yet you seem so serene,
that the thought of this won’t pass my mind.
Yet that look that you took (in my book) means you’re shook
and you’re probably so sweet and kind.