I envy those of you who have perfected the art of protecting your heart.
Answer every personal question with the neutrality of a politician.
It must all be about tact and intuition.
If it is, I'm going to lose in this kind of game.
My heart's continually broken and disappointed, while theirs stay the same.
I tell you I like you
You say "haha ok"
What does that even mean?
I let that subject just fade away.
Later, I tell you "I love your smile,"
And you say "right back atchya."
Kind of a little better, but it's not enough to convince me that I could ever catch ya.
And I notice that I can't stop complementing you,
But when I hear one about me, it's just an echo of what I said to you.
I've never been one for subtlety or tact,
Just look at how I write, this is evidence of that.
I'm tired of all the political answers as if we were in a debate.
Please just tell me how you feel so I can either move on or feel great.
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I think I know best I was made in the likeness of you
I have my own plans
But I keep getting told you have a few of your own too
Always go with plan B
Because plan A never works out right
Plan A is optimistic
Plan B is grounded, and in sight
I know you have a plan
But I can’t help but feel that I know best
You stop me from the path I want to go
Just like a bulletproof vest
Or kind of like gravity
How you bring me back to Earth
I spread my arms and try to fly…
Landing soundly on the dirt
Not yet ready for your plan
I scream, shout, and cuss
In my mind, it’s been my time
To jump out the nest is a must
Hot headed and proud
I jump without looking down
And fall to my unmistakable doom
I close my eyes and to my surprise
You catch me
Reassuring me I will fly soon
Without a scratch
I see your love can’t be matched
So a new scheme to fly
Is what I have to hatch
One day our plans will line up
When? I haven’t the slightest clue
Until then I will keep reaching for Mars
In hopes I will one day make it to the moon.
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Give me a hug,
And give me a kiss.
Give me one more for the road,
And I'll pocket this.
Keep it in my shirt pocket,
Right next to my heart.
Even when I'm alone,
We're never apart.
Give me your love,
And I'll lock it in my safe.
You can have mine too;
It's been mended with Scotch tape.
I am as far as a person could be from being called
A clean slate;
Because my feelings for you,
Are written all over my face.
If your heart be broken,
I can help mend yours too.
You don't have to worry;
I know exactly what to do.
A listening ear.
Scotch tape.
And of course, a little time.
All of this together,
And you'll be just fine.
Give me a hug,
And give me a kiss.
Give me your love.
Now picture this.
You and me,
Walking hand and hand.
No heartache from our past relationships
With a woman or man.
Just us, together, and happy.
Arm and arm.
Doesn't that sound like a nice place to be?
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