"It's hard for me to say things,
without joking around
and around and around"
Written on Valentine's Day. An attempt to be completely candid,
without covering up the bare spots. A daunting prospect realizing that
every thing you're about to say, she's heard before from someone else,
and
that everything you're about to tell her you've probably said before. For
some reason it all seems more real now. You pray it's mutual.