Me and My Love

Its precarious, what we have On scales, I perform a balancing act Desperate to trust blindly, Wishing I could be so brave as to throw my heart on line I can’t, practicality is my curse I once cursed love, and romance shall not be the death of me But I wish it were Once, I was crazy about that other, then another Oh love, why is it easy for me to be ready to throw myself for one who’s not you Are you sitting by the window, thinking these thoughts Are we in love, or are we playing a dreadful game Psychological power struggle, is that what this is? War, or love, all I know, this isn’t fair To me, or to you, being in this pink daze Some days, I’m so sure I’m in love Its conditional, I think I want to love you, I’m just scared