Between the stacks in the library
We were hidden away in the library shelves

Not like anyone stopped to see
Nobody noticed our secret rendezvous

We came, they went, our bodies spent
After they left, we gave into our desires

Among the dust and the microfiche
We were surrounded by old books and forgotten knowledge

Dark winters wear you down
The cold, dreary winter weather can take its toll on you

Up again to see the dawn
Despite feeling worn down, we continue to face each new day

In your worn sweatshirt
You find comfort in your familiar, well-worn clothing

And your mother's old skirt
You hold onto the past by wearing a piece of your mother's clothing

It's enough to turn my studies down
Your presence is so distracting that I can't focus on my studies

Now that you feel, you say it's not real
You deny your feelings once they become too complicated

I never thought I would come of age
I never imagined I would reach my current stage of life

Let alone on a moldy page
Much less, in the midst of musty, old books

You put your back to the spines
You leaned against the library shelves to be closer to me

And you said it was fine if there's nothing really left to say
You were content with just being together in silence

You're taking toffee with your Vicodin
You're trying to forget your pain with medicine and sweets

Something sweet to forget about him
You're attempting to erase the memory of a former love

If you go your own way I can go my own way
If you choose to live your life apart from me, I'll do the same

And we'll never speak of it again
We'll bury our memories and pretend they never happened

Don't check me out
Don't overlook me or underestimate my significance

Don't check me ou-ou-out
Don't ignore me or dismiss me