2 Minutes

Spring 2009

I write these songs
these little love notes
I surround myself in paper,
Anger, fear, and hope
And you just sit there
at your wooden desk
and read what I wrote

I'm glad you see me
glad I'm predictable
in my surprise
but your stillness
makes me uncertain
I want to go outside
cuz at least there
I can breathe

If you were a scab
I'd peel you off
and heal already
but this one says
I have no control
with the ball in your court,
I have no power
I know you'd just say
you're not ready anyway

I wonder
what your God would say
about your quiet mouth
I feel like asking Him
to ask you
to ask me out

Cuz everytime I leave
I think of
what your eyes do to me
and I trip as I stroll
and hope it doesn't show
How clumsy I am
on the concrete

and for 2 minutes
before you close that door
when we're all alone
I'm your girl
What a wonderful thing
to share the warmth
of such a quiet mouth

I'm glad you see me
glad I'm predictable
in my surprise
but your stillness
makes me uncertain
I want to go outside
cuz at least there
I can breathe