I do not have a way tonight
To make my words as fair and as light
As the sun on the smooth clouds over headlights
But I want to try to relate in someway
The inability I have to say no to you
Yet the fear is so evident in this line
Could this be my love, is it fated to be blind?
Yet blind only in a manner
That is in keeping with a weakness
One that would be, dare I say, required
To persist in this fashion
It may take more than tonight
To answer, to sort, to verbalize without ambiguity
And yet there is an ironic comfort of sorts for you
And you already know what my response will be.

�And I may suck and be hopeless�

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