25

Behind a pane
within a frame
Your teenage eyes
Again and again I hear your name
Your teenage lies

No, I can't describe the feeling
You were my predilection
I found you so appealing
but you were only fiction

You're meant to be a schoolgirl but you're clearly 25,
an unsubtle work of fiction with a prejudice to jive,
and when I turn you on my TV and look you in the eye
I can say with some conviction that you make me feel alive

And now I am much older than you were meant to be
but in fact about the same age you were in '93
and I can still remember the way it made me feel
when you smiled a smile the way you smiled a smile at me