Treat me casual, watch me as you'll see
I'm not too sure.
I understand the tactful planning
that I must endure.
But you call me immature because
I'm too sensitive to your insensitivity.
I have the audacity to ask you to talk to me.
No stones I throw shatter your Sea of Tranquility.
You're about as human as the Statue of Liberty,
but maybe you'll like me too,
maybe you'll like me too.
Kiss me, oblige me as if that's all
I want from you,
then ignore me at the party
I invite you to.
What did you think I'd dare to do?
Maybe I'd lose my sacred knack for subtlety.
Perhaps you'll reveal that you actually like me.
Did you ever think that I'd just bow out quietly?
All I wish for sometimes is you to sit down next to me
and if you would like me too,
if you would like me too.
Well, maybe I can't force you to
stand up and obey my will.
I doubt you'll ever touch me or
love me, which is bettter still.
I deified you once, but
now I'm standing on your hill.
I see you eye to eye
and you're shrinking out of my sight,
so before you have passed my line,
let's lower ourselves to each other.
Thinly tie me to myself though you
remain so free.
I've tried in vain to demonstrate how you're
tied as well to me,
but you'll come around eventually.
Practice makes perfect
and you practice perfection,
but it's just a stage and I hope that
someday when you're done
that maybe you'll like me too.
I hope you will like me too,
and if you would like me too,
I pray that you'll like me too.