you've never known what you wanted, yet you say you want me. it doesn't make sense entirely, but i think "i want you too."
(though, to tell you the truth,
i've never known what i wanted either.)
you say we compliment each other
like blue skies and green leaves;
a summer's melody
you and me.
it's a lovely idea
though quite fickle
in reality because
you and me
we're so different.
i'm too brash,
too loud for you
and you're
too shy,
too softspoken
for me
we're muted pastels
clashing with neon
can't you see?
can't you see?
