Just Shy

I'm making you more than a friend

So I'm sorry if you're my experiment

But the blonde in your hair is not real,

and how's that supposed to make me feel?

And I'm afraid to win it

So although I'll try, I'll in the end come up just shy

And I'm afraid to be it

So I swear I'll try, but know I just can't help it

So this is the way I deal

The ice is replaced with the sentiment

that comfort is achieved in pairs

Maybe that's why I'm so glad you're here

What other kind of love is there?

Is there anything that could be stopping me?

What other kind of love is there?

Is it possible to not be property?