You're sweet
You make me laugh
You have great hands
You're dense as hell
I want you to hold my hand
All the time
Walking into your room was great
I could see how childish and fun you are
But I'm worried
I want you to know what you're doing
I don't want to get hurt because of your lack of experience
I can't see us together
Because I can't see myself opening up like I need to
I can't
I won't
I'm scared.