Exception

This is all happening too fast,
the way you're always on my mind.
How it's just been a week, but that's all I needed.

You have a way with words,
you're real.
Unlike the boys who just play this game called love.

It has to end sometime, right?
No one wins, no one loses.
Just two players, who quit to be together.

Or do they tie?
I don't know,
but maybe I will soon.

By this point my black mascara has smudged around my eyes,
I have the full raccoon effect,
I'm just sitting here in the dark...

In complete fear,
that I will lose you.
Are you even mine to be lost?

It's high school,
nothing lasts right?

Could we be the exception?