Giddy

November 13, 2009

To be honest, when I see you

My lunch creeps up my throat

It isn't your face that repulses me

I could never turn it down

I just can't get you off my mind

Butterflies turn savage inside me

Like vultures on my decaying pride

I can't control where my foolish feet wander

I can't control the direction of the wind

But if I could I'd still follow the crumbs

You spread on the ground, totally oblivious

Your sweet face loves to tantalize

You have me hooked and flopping around

But I'm the one scolded for my fish story

I guess it's because I can't reel you in

To be honest, when I see you

Sweat oozes down my palms