You told me that some people want to be used

that must be something a guilty conscience tells itself

I wish I could have said something to you just then but I lost my courage and sank back in to my mind to find something you’d like to hear

I think we both know that I have a soft spot for you

We also know that you’ll never give me anything but your spare time

With both these pieces of knowledge between us why do I still bother?

Even when my friends all deemed you strange and awkward

I never let there words change the ones I’d say to you

I’m writing about you now but I hope it won’t be for always

You ask me what’s on my mind when we hit a patch of silence

well if you read this I could answer that question for you...

but I wouldn’t imagine telling you the truth

maybe you were talking about me

Because time after time here I am