I could teach myself to play guitar,
but I know that I won't get that far.
I could show myself the easy way,
but it's too hard to do today.
I could listen to the words you voice,
but to me that's the hardest choice.
I could tell you exactly what I mean,
but that would mean just coming clean.
I could tell you all about myself,
but I'd rather emotions stay on the shelf.
I could write you a love song,
but I think the words would come out wrong.
I guess I could try instead of assuming,
and after it all I could continue my fuming.

I told you once, before today,
what I felt and ran away.
I hid behind a wall of pain,
and in the end what did I gain?
I was so afraid to break perfection,
so instead I made a fake complexion.
I tried to keep it hidden now,
but my heart had already made the vow.
It came out anyways the way I felt,
and with those emotions is what I dealt
for days, and hours, and minutes, and seconds,
and still here I am, and your love - how it beckons.
The tears love my cheeks as they slide their way down,
their attempt to make me happy, just makes me frown
because I broke perfection in the worst kind of way,
and I don't know how I can live in dismay.

I could explain the complications of who I am,
but you probably wouldn't give a ****.
I could breathe the words you want to hear,
but then what would that do, dear?
I could lust for you like in my dreams,
but that never gets me anywhere it seems.
I could love you just like I said I would,
but I never said that I always could.
I could take pictures of the things we do,
but then we might need to start anew.
I could show you things you don't want to see,
but in your head, what would that make me?
I could bore you to death and push you away,
but then I wouldn't be alive today.

Sticks and stones will break my bones if you throw them at my door.
I guess that leads me to the question of what made you love me more.
What did I say that grabbed your heart and left you feeling wanted?
Because I know I ran away and took what I had for granted.

I told you once, before today,
what I felt and ran away.
I hid behind a wall of pain,
and in the end what did I gain?
I was so afraid to break perfection,
so instead I made a fake complexion.
I tried to keep it hidden now,
but my heart had already made the vow.
It came out anyways the way I felt,
and with those emotions is what I dealt
for days, and hours, and minutes, and seconds,
and still here I am, and your love - how it beckons.
The tears love my cheeks as they slide their way down,
their attempt to make me happy, just makes me frown
because I broke perfection in the worst kind of way,
and I don't know how I can live in dismay.