Square One
Everyday I think,
‘Yeah, I’ll get up the courage to say something!’
And then, something happens,
And things change,
And the courage evaporates,
Like a puddle on a hot summer day,
My tongue becomes,
As dry as a desert,
I can’t get out the words I want,
So, instead, I say,
‘Your shoes are untied.’
Or something completely stupid,
And we’re back to Square One.
‘Yeah, I’ll get up the courage to say something!’
And then, something happens,
And things change,
And the courage evaporates,
Like a puddle on a hot summer day,
My tongue becomes,
As dry as a desert,
I can’t get out the words I want,
So, instead, I say,
‘Your shoes are untied.’
Or something completely stupid,
And we’re back to Square One.