Nervously awaiting your arrival
I've got the whole night planned out.
And I will be suave, I mean a real gentleman.
I will be so glad that I left the house.
It's been many months and I'm loosing my patience
with my own inadequacies.
But maybe with luck you'll be love struck,
I'm not as confident as I may seem
This words sit on a dim lit screen
and meaning tries to burst through every seam
woven in characters : what I want to say
but will they ever get to see the light of day.
I'm so fed up with my hang ups,
I've got to stop I've got to stop I've got to stop
repeating myself, repeating these actions
i've got too many dead ends, too many distractions.
I'm not one for Ice Breaking.
The thought of it leaves me chilled.
But I'll tell you a story about
a stupid thing I've done,
you'll get to know how I really feel.
Now you sit opposite, I try to read your face.
my heart beats fast from the coffee in my veins.
I tell you of my lack of faith and how I don't believe 
in fate
as reason we sit here today.
So tell me a joke or Tell me a story
Tell me your favourite songs and of past glories
‘cause inside there's a flame and I can feel it growing
and I can tell by your face that it is showing.
I'm not one for Ice Breaking.
The thought of it leaves me chilled.
But I'll tell you a story about
a stupid thing I've done,
you'll get to know how I really feel.
All of my stories seem to end the same way
with “what I wanted to” or “I should have said”.
Will I'll leave this night as one of them
and will I stand there motionless.
Another night another regret?