zipit

eyes will burn

throat will ache

It was never my intention
To blindly feed the boy/girl game

These unsure hands could never soothe you
Too afraid of doing something wrong
And this confusion wears me down
Until I feel like a nervous stranger
And could I help you grow? I guess we'll never know
Set up for a let-down
These things happen all the time
And I'm not longing to explore it again
I'm too scared of what you'll find
And this confusion wears me down