Just Come on By

The harder I try… the more ready I am for you… the less likely it seems that I'll get to talk to you.

Oh, sure, walk by when I'm terribly unprepared, not expecting to see you. Surprise me with your beauty once again, my love, blow me away like every single time I see you… and the best I can muster… a smile. A wave.

Do you even know? That wave… all of the meaning it's meant to convey?

But when I'm ready. When I know what to say. When I've built myself up. When I actually allow myself to suspend my disbelief enough to think that such an amazing, shining, beautiful human being could possibly ever take interest in the likes of me…

That's when you don't show up.

Don't walk by.

Don't give me the chance to take my shot…

How the hell am I supposed to go and get my girl…

if she isn't even there?