We spoke of petty things avoiding the uncomfortable truth, shielding our eyes from the penetrable light, I wish I had taken my eyes off myself for long enough to memorize your face that night I was lost in my insecurities Becoming one of the 'birds and the bees' The stars shone bright unheeded up above, I wish I had told you that you're the one I love. That night could have been so beautiful Yet I was fretting about the rules I was afraid that if I were to stop my jabbering I might do the most uncomfortable thing ... And Kiss you. I wish I hadn't been so afraid. Afraid of what I might say or do The truth is I think I love you...
