I want you to want me

I’m looking for an agent, and the song “I want you to want me” keeps rolling around in my head. I’ll shine up my old brown shoes and put on a brand new shirt if they say they want me. I’ll even get home early from work cuz I need them to need me.

I feel like I’m back in high school, right after my first boyfriend dumped me (Oh, Charlie), and I don’t have a date for the homecoming dance. Except: I really didn’t want to go to the homecoming dance. And I REALLY want to go to this dance.