You'Re On To Me
I looked at you, you were looking at me, I looked away.
Should I have said something funny or hold you at bay?
Should I play hard to get, act unamused
when you try to make me laugh? I think you're funny and you know I do.
I'm like a child that knows nothing but feels everything.
I'm not sure what this is but I know I like the feeling.
I want to sink, sink into the ocean ten feet over my head with you
just so I could hold on to you and give you the chance to,
the chance to save me if you wanted to.
You just caught me looking again, you're on to me, aren't you?
I kept you a secret, out of the reach of my friends.
Afraid if it were revealed, it would wither and soon end.
Afraid you'd know my feelings and find out you feel the same.
Afraid to wake up some day, wearing your last name.
Scared you'll never be mine, scared you never think of me.
You just smiled, I think you're on to me.
But how could you possibly know?
I've been so careful not to let it show.
I haven't even been honest with myself,
pretending these feelings are the effects of bad health.
Trying in every way, these feelings to resist.
Going so far as to decide you don't exist.
Clenching my fists so I don't jump at the sound of your name.
I turn to look to read if you feel the same.
Oh! You caught me...I'm glad you caught me.
You're walking over to say that you're on to me.
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