cant tell if I'm doing things right
its what keeps me awake during night

nervous from nerves that I feel
but are my anxieties all really real?

hoping to please my lover
never to bombard or to smother

yet I feel that this is what I do
have myself thinking inside of your shoes

I feel you think I bother and annoy
kind of like a loud kids toy

yet this is not what I strive to be
that's what I keep trying to get you to see

I just worry so much that I fail
hide my worries with a smile like a veil

I try to tell you each of the worries
but I fear I'll be too much and you'll scurry

I overanalyze more than an analyst
I'm like Holmes with a bit of twist

I can't keep my feelings in, good and bad
which terrifies me, I might add

and because of the strength of my clutch
that's why I over think you to much

but chris all I really want to do
is show you that I love you