Crush

I know that I don't really know you,
but I think there's a few things I could show you.
I bet you've never met anyone quite like me,
and I bet you've never been touched the way
that I could touch you there...

But instead I look to the ground,
tugging at my shirt, wishing your hands
were there instead, trying to seem busy,
when I really can't find the words, and I'm sure
I know a few you've never heard before.

But I know that you don't really know me,
and sometimes I wish that you could show me
who you really are underneath it all,
let your clothes fall to the floor
and reveal yourself for what you are,
I'll show you mine, just show me all your scars.

Maybe I'd like you better if we slept together,
or maybe I'll just laugh at your joke
and turn away with a shrug like I don't care at all,
praying you don't know me well enough yet,
to know what I'm thinking
whenever I blush and bite my lip...