It’s something intense
They want to get to know you
They want you to tell them Who you are
And I’m lost
Like a buttercup in a field of daisies
I don’t describe me
Well
Taking the time to get to know someone
Seems to be on the other side of the fence
The corral
A might fine filly you got there Mr. Johnson
And my brain explodes
Because I am not who I think I am
I am not on the outside of me
It’s all about men
I’m sure of it
The insanity of wanting my lifetime
On a cocktail napkin
Saying call me
the disguise of them wanting a piece of delicate fortitude
falls into a lonely mix of protons and chicken soup
And I never understood what they wanted
Past the desire to be believed
Past the slapping melody to claim a pedestal
It’s something intense
They want you to tell them who you ARE
And I wasn’t ready
My world wasn’t ready
To hold tomorrow at the expense of today
I found a certain peace without the need
A certain way around
The last chance you calmly worshipped
