All of my hope for you
And now I ask of you
Who could possibly refuse
A matchbook proposal as such?
Is it in his kiss?
No, that's not the way
And you're not listening
To a word I say

I've been on a "neutral" kick
I've been nice and all over it
Then I realize
It's dead, and over
Get out of it
If you don't soon enough
Then I realize
I haven't seen anyone

Hiding out is what we're doing
Pleasantly bored
Simmer away
And I apologize
Remember the laughter
And the innocence?
As will I, of course
Stalling
It's better in the long run
Perhaps
Well I've decided
That anyone
Who would ever even
Consider asking me that
Be able to scoop me up
In his fingertips
In a heartbeat or two
Or maybe three
Four, to be safe

And I will run to Ohio
And I become Texas summer months
And I will paint you blue, to mark the sky
To simmer away