i don’t need
nerves of steel
i can resist
a gentle tease
 
if it’s a test
i can be tough
if it’s a bluff
i’m not impressed
 
you closed the books
i’m off the hook
you left the stress
i kept the mess
 
i must confess
i have no fear
but neither the guts, my dear
 
i picture your photographs
i’m dying here
and i don’t know why
 
i picture the pose you held
the blush you felt
but i won’t ask why
 
i picture you somewhere else
the story ends
but i don't know how
if only the timing had been right
 
i’m backing up
my favorite shots
it’s not a lot
but all i got
 
give me a scheme
‘cause as it seems
i’m running out
of good ideas
 
i’m risk averse
i don’t jump first
i’m taking note
of each alert
 
so no more loss
i’ll let it go
i’ll take things
nice and slow
 
you cut me out
you cut me out