Will you ever see the way I am?
Will you ever give a damn?
I think we both know you do now.
Will you ever say it out loud?
I don’t know if I’m good enough
that I should one day feel your love.
I think sometimes you send it my way
But I don’t know just how to say:
‘I love you. Do you return
my feelings and does your heart burn
the way mine does when I’m with you?’
I don’t know how to start this hallow truth.
I see your faults. I see your flaws.
I’m not so blind that they are lost.
I see them in you everyday.
But I still love you anyway.
I wonder if you notice mine.
What imperfections do you find
when your warm eyes seek me out?
What does your mind complain about?
I know I laugh self-consciously.
I never take things seriously.
I talk so much unless I’m sad
I’ve seen the other girls you’ve had.
And I know to them I can’t compare
with my muddy eyes and my frizzy hair.
But I have things they never will
and maybe you have had your fill
of beauty on an empty head.
Have I won you over with things I’ve said?
You know, my friend, we’re growing old.
Perhaps you want a hand to hold
who makes you laugh when you’re bald or gray,
not just a face that fades away.
I can’t see around the curve,
but I hope I can work up the nerve
to say I’ve loved you all this time
and build a life on what I find.