I wish I could paint it black.
And send it back.
Declare it dead and gone.
Time of death, three thirty in the morning
Cause of death? Your love turned on.
Instead, you wake me with a warning.

I have only felt love once before.
It wasn't hot, or fiery, or yearning.
Like everyone swore.
It was a gentle education, a succulent learning.

So when you tell me to be careful.
That you may not fall my way,
Your hammering my doubts into my skull.
Even if that's not what you meant to say...

Just let the light turn on.
Don't ruminate on what if's darling.  
Because I promise my touch is not a con.
One look at you and my heart takes wing.

Just let us be.
Let us grow.
Can we just agree
Not too go too fast...or too slow?