You're firm about it one minute.
Then you're uncommited the next.
You're flip flopping just unsured about love.

In my face you tell me this.
Around your frinds you tell them that.
As if you very unaware of the true facts.
You're flip flopping afraid to offend.

Where do the real you begins?
When you're going to stand out.
Or constantly tries to fit in.

Maybe I should try that path.
And show you the way it feels.
I'll flip flop here.
I flip flop there.
Until I'm called upon it.