Confusion.

Time flies fast when you're having fun.
We sat there waiting, until, arose the sun.
She kissed my lips and slapped my face.
We had already gotten to third base.

My delicate hand touches yours of fire.
I broke your picture frame, you're such as liar.
The glitter touches my skin. My heart is so thin.
Maybe I'm more pure, but, you've got to be sure.
The design flows, it's time to show
That imperfections have no directions.

Take a picture
I'm in the photo booth.
If I could, I'd change my name to Ruth.
No. Maybe Jude.
It'd have to fit your impersonation of rude.
How about Evan?
I could be Kevin.
I have no name.
It's not ashame.
Call me by what you see.
Scared, personally.