Maybe that's my problem,
I'm a paradox,
I'm so ******* ready to commit.
Though I cannot even commit to which lyric I want tattooed on my skin,
I can't commit to cigarettes,
I can't commit to where to eat...
Though if there is one thing I can commit to,
It's her...
I can tell you 20 of her favorite songs, and her favorite lyric phrases I complied for the mixed CD for her.
I can tell you her favorite color, and why that's so.
I can tell you her aspirations,
Her dreams,
what a certain slang of hers means.
Though despite all of that,
A commitment issue is what it seems,
because I don't think she could ever commit to me...