With your "I just want to help" attitude
You told me that my standards were ever so high
And I should just give someone a chance.
More than once I've been told that
I'm in love with the idea of being in love
And I can't deny it because I desire it
With every aching pulse of my idle heart.
And is it wrong if I don't settle for a make-do romance? –
I want the one.
I want my fairy tale –
Or is that too much to ask?
Maybe, I'm just afraid...
And can you blame me?
I want something pure and perfect –
Not the lonely and loveless tragedy of my parents.
Whenever someone tugs on my heartstrings
My fight or flight instinct kicks in and
Flight takes the lead...
But you told me to give someone a chance
And I did...
I found my spark of hope in you.
A roll-with-the-punches, "ladies first" kind of guy,
You're one of my best friends –
It would have made too good of a story anyway
(Or perhaps just too good for me).
So why shouldn't I be afraid?
If whenever I pull back my defenses
I get shot down,
What incentive do I have to ever open up?
Why shouldn't I just keep waiting
For my Prince Charming?
Hiding has its disadvantages but at least
My naïve dreams don't hurt me.
So here I am,
Once again sitting broken-hearted
In front of this mercifully neutral computer screen,
Talking to you about her and
You have no idea that I'm just giving up.