#37.

"one-sided."

yeah, when we first met
you were nothing special.
you wore an ugly hat;
you read nature magazine.
you had a scratchy beard
but your smile seemed kind of sweet.

and when our eyes would meet,
you'd look away
leaving me to over-analyze
each thing you'd say.
and i guess it's a little one-sided.
and i wish i were a little more brave.

so, here's a weird little thing,
i'd like to tell you someday:
that when you chortle/
guffaw/
or chuckle, whatever it is manly men do,
it tickles the sides
of my left and right ventricles.

and when our eyes would meet,
you'd look away
leaving me to over-analyze
each thing you'd say.
and i guess it's a little one-sided.
and i wish i were a little more brave.

and i wonder sometimes
when you close your eyes,
is there footage of me playing across those silver screens
while you sleep.
and i wonder sometimes
what your name will mean
to me, in a few years time.

oh, oh, oh.
and when our eyes would meet,
you'd look away
leaving me to over-analyze
each thing you'd say.
and i guess it's a little one-sided.
and i wish i were a little more brave.

i wish i were a little more brave.