I think you're real pretty, I think you're alright, and I'll stumble out this ditty when you're well out of sight. But I don't have the guts to love you at all, so when push comes to shove I guess I'd rather die alone.
I'm not using the internet to be passive-aggressive on how I feel about you. If I could really find the words, I would tell you. But right now I'm more confused than you are and I guess we'll still be friends forever.
