I've been counting ways to tell you that this isn't working out in my head. "Is there a problem? You can tell me." she said, but -- despite my best intentions -- what would I say to you now? Along with all the "I'm sorry"s that come out your mouth, you've promised me a good time in your town but I'm not driving that distance just to turn around. So maybe you should try harder to begin to try trying less. I swear i'm not this hard to impress. You're way too funny to give me much less. I'll chalk it up to inexperience, but still you've kept your mouth shut -- the cats got your tongue -- in a fit of apprehension. I wish I had the courage to say this to your face. You'll forgive me one day but this song will outlive us both anyway; anyday. So take this song home with you cause I'll never see it for myself. You can introduce it to your parents or frame it on your shelf.