Short Talks

Neither of us feels good enough for the other
So our talks are short, we have to be somewhere
Fear is at our throats, we hate to be a bother
But I might bother her, because she's too considerate
To ask me who I am
What makes my heart swell is that we're both saved by grace
And anyone can see that kindness lives on her face
She respects herself, she dresses with taste
I might bother her
I love the near miss, when there's almost a spark
A dancing fragrance in the air is her casual remark
But say goodbye now, she has to depart
I like to think that
Neither of us feels good enough for the other
So our talks are short, we have to be somewhere
Fear is at our throats, we hate to be a bother
But I might bother her, because she's too considerate
To ask me who I am
If I were an animal, I'd be a pup not a puppy
Give me a volleyball, a flat couch and I'm happy
But we're not animals, it's not nearly so easy
Hits me like a cannonball to the chest when I see you