Cold feet Sweaty hands
That's as far as this will go I guess
Don't know why I thought this party was the right time and place
Spilled the last ounce of my confidence when I poured my second drink
Such a fantasy that one day you won't be ashamed of being seen around me
When you're around your friends
And I know you see me standing at the corner of the room
Waiting for a chance to talk with you
What else did I expect
So what else can I do
When all I think about is how I'd never want to fuck things up between us
It's so hard to stand by you
When you make me walk home crying 'cause you're afraid that they might see us
And so what else can I do
When all I think about is how all I want is to make this real between us
And how my clothes all smell like you
You can't just shut me out and then turn around and ask me to be your Venus
I'm so sick of all the blatant misdirection
It's been years of all this on-and-off affection
I'm so fucking sick and tired of endless introspection
It's been years
