So
I'm really tempted to just walk across the street
And pound on his door
Asking him "what's the deal?
Do you want more?"
Because I think we'd be okay
And the worst things come out of the best situations
And we've always been a crooked love
But I don't think he'd answer my questions
So
I will just sip my apple juice in the sun
Bumbling around on hello poetry
Because I'm bad at taking risks
And because the unknown scares me