Your Move

Justify my actions. 

For days I've been thinking of you 

daydreaming of you 

and talking about you 

because I thought that I felt something. 

I don't know what to do here. 

I'm no good at this, 

I act too tough, 

I say too much, 

I play too rough, 

and you walk away. 

I don't want you to walk away. 

I don't even know if there's anything here. 

Maybe I've made it all up. 

Maybe I'm looking too hard for something elusive. 

I don't know you well enough 

to read what's in your eyes. 

I'm not confident enough 

to tell you what's in mine.

 I think there's something hopeful 

in the air between us, 

and I know as certainly

 as I've known anything in my life 

that it has to be your move 

because if you leave this up to me 

I'll let it slip away 

like so many of the chances 

I've had over the years. 

I wish that I was different 

and I wish that I was stronger 

but I just don't have the courage 

to lower my guard first.