• I don’t know how to approach you
    You’re immune to all the romantic crap that I’m used to
    I just want to find what’s right for me
    You want something real…
    You deserve something real
    So here I am
    Shattered and humbled before you
    Still picking up fragments of tattered self-esteem from your hardwood floors
    Trying to make life make sense again
    And it’s getting there
    Trying to be strong
    Not for you, but for me
    This is for me
    But you’re involved
    And with a grin, I offer
    “I am Mungojerrie.
    Please be my Rumpelteazer.”
    And I don’t know how it’ll end
    But I have to try, don’t I?
    I have to be real
    Which I think just means being honest
    about what’s been going on in my head lately
    And letting you know how I feel
    I’m feeling a lot of things, really
    But the one thought that keeps popping up
    Is that I’m really happy when I’m with you
    And that isn’t to say that I can’t be happy without you
    It just means that time spent with you
    is better than time spent with anyone else right now
    I don’t want some lifelong romance.
    I’ve realized now that Disney just made that s**t up.
    But I would like a youthful fling
    A passing, passionate thing
    Filled with laughter
    Filled with romantic bullshit just for the fun of it
    Something fun that ends right when it’s supposed to
    With two healthy people that know when to walk away
    My only fear is that I’m going to ruin what we have
    I can’t help thinking that this is going to backfire
    Because this is entirely selfish of me
    I don’t want to lose a friendship just because I want more
    But… I have to be real.
    I can’t spend my life in secrets
    I just… have to jump off this cliff
    And rely on the .001% chance
    that there’s a mattress truck waiting for me at the bottom
    So… I guess you don’t really have to pay this any attention
    I know it would be ridiculous to think that you would feel the same way
    But if I didn’t say all of this,
    I could never call myself “real.”