I sit and wait
And think I probably should stand and sing instead.
For I am no good at waiting,
There now, it's been said.

Still, I hope and wonder
Bite my lip in remembrance, hum a little.
I am no good at wondering.
It makes my soul feel brittle.

I try to be cool
Say what will keep you coming back.
But I'm no good at cool
When I know just what I lack.

I try for apathy
Try to act like I don't care.
But I'm not good at that one either,
Thinking of your sultry stare.

I kissed you and I felt it
And now I don't know what to do.
I happen to be good at feeling
And I feel for you.