Just a shot in the dark, I guess.
Me, asking a girl like you out.
Just a sliver of a chance,
if any.
I see you walk by,
cool and clean and beautiful.
I start to walk up,
falter, fail, fly on by.
How can I?
I've seen you, I've seen your friends.
I've seen those suave, slick boys you know.
How can I compete?
I'm just me: poor, plain me.
But there you are, within my sights,
almost within reach, floating just beyond.
I dream of you, of your touch,
of the gentle caress of your scent
wafting by on a breeze.
Where are you? Those long and sleepless nights.
Are you with your love?
I wish I knew, yet
I don't want to ever know.
I just wish you were here, with me.
I think I love you, I don't know.
I've never had the chance to try.