I fancy myself a poet. But how can I express
these firework feelings that explode in my chest?
Sure, it may seem like I’m good with my words,
but really, I’m just trying to impress you.
What if I were a DJ? Hey, that’d be sweet
In some stylish club spinning sick beats
With the bass pounding “Yo Jude, drop it hard!”
It’d be worth it if I could dance with you.
Or I could be an artist, with Photoshop and SAI
And design websites inspired by your eyes.
Yeah, espresso-shot brown, the hipsters would love it
But all that would do is just flatter you.
Alternatively, I’d make arcade games
With you as the hero, dodge-rolling through flames
You’d fight monsters and demons, and always look good
I’d do all this and more just to date you!
But the feeling I get is, you like me for me
Though I’m awkward and clumsy, and super dorky
When we’re together I can just be myself
and that’s all I need to amaze you.