and

every time I make you laugh

you make me think I have a chance

but in this race I'll finish last

cuz I left my confidence in my other pants

and I write these words because they will never make it passed 

my tongue that is always late to class

and prefers to sit in the back

so that you can't see it slackin

you got it so worried

its been days since I've wanted to eat

and this whole time I've wanted to take it slow

but so many things keep my foot down on this pedal

things like getting caught in your eyes, makes me want to stand up and dance

or the fact that I'm scared that I might miss my chance

more than one adventurer is hopin that you are a distressed damsel 

not to mention the sound of your voice, like flowers in the spring prancing with the breeze

it makes me want to take you for ransom

then turn around and pay a handsome fee just to keep you in my arms and my dreams

but now I'm gonna stop talking before I get too creepy

just need to end all this dratted thinking