A Good Thing

i met you at a party ditched your friends they wouldn't come they were busy drinking i was busy thinking of all the things that i could say if in fact we got along and all the questions one can ask to turn a stranger into fun and thirty minutes later sat my bare ass on the lawn we were staring up at silos talking 'bout the towns we're from and the time you went to idaho and had nothing left to eat and so you sat inside a diner 'til they finally made you leave and it's hard for me to not romanticize every man i meet especially the kinder ones who hold my hands and kiss my cheek it's hard for me each time just to let them go quietly just leave them be 'cause heaven knows i'll talk too much and fuck up a good thing and no i'm not this unashamed around just anyone these days i should be more restrained in every corner there's an arrow pointed at me and while my brain and body's in the clear my heart's still inside just playing dress up it's hard for me to not romanticize every man i meet it's hard for me each time it's hard for me each time and maybe i'm too forward but then again i'm not see I just didn't see a point in pretending we're not hot and i wonder what you're doing i wonder what you've done i wonder if you think about me without my clothes on 'cause it's hard for me it's hard for me to not it's hard for me it's hard for me to not to not to not it's hard for me to not romanticize every man i meet it's hard for me each time it's hard for me each time it's hard for me to not romanticize every man i meet it's hard for me each time it's hard for me