So maybe they're “stuck in a daydream,
Been this way since eighteen,”
Where Scott can't say
What he feels, and Mitch knows,
But they want to keep themselves safe
From each other.
Scott wants more than he can say with Mitch,
So much that it hurts.
He'll let it slip.
And he hates the way that it sounds on his tongue.
Because it's been so many years that by now he's begging.
And Mitch comes so close to just giving
He laughs again,
And the moment's over.
And Scott forgets to remember
How Mitch kisses
Like he’s rain on a spring day
And Scott is the thunder,
And he can't help but smile between them
Their lips meld together.
And Scott wants so badly to say you're mine
And don't you ever leave,
But he knows that isn't right,
And he can't.
Sometimes, lying awake at night,
He remembers how Mitch's lips taste,
And how Mitch's scent
And how when their lips touch, he practically forgets his own name.
He'd like to forget, possibly,
But these memories
Are etched into his brain like writing
On the stone pavement:
"Scott + Mitch = Scömìche".
And maybe they've made it a brand.
Maybe they've told the fans
There's more to it than they've let on, more than even they can handle sometimes.
Will we always have to hide?