“Now I remember why I had a crush.”
That's what you say in front of both of them.
“Kinda” sexy, you say; not, “makes me mush.”
Though Xander judges, you are lost in him.
Tara tries to make it about the song.
“Well, he is pretty good,” that hopeful look!
“They're good, aren't they?” “Nothing special” is wrong.
You don't regret the chance you never took.
The chance to have him look at you that way
As Xander does with pitying unlove.
The safest words are those you never say
So never have to doubt that, push to shove
You could call on him to end your torment
Never test, but know his love is dormant.