I'm wondering if this was a mistake,
that I'm just so afraid to be close
that I chose someone eighteen hours away;
that I will arrive at your doorstep
and you'll just tell me to go home,
that I'm not pretty enough for you,
that I seem a little crazy,
to fly all this way just to crash on your couch.
"What are you expecting from me?"
Or worse, you'll ask me to fall in love
and I'll have to tell you that I don't believe,
that you were just a cute coworker
and I'm just a little impulsive,
always looking for my next adventure
and I was kind of hoping it could be you
and yes I am a little off-kilter,
but I'm not looking for anything serious,
that you really shouldn't love me
cause I'm having a hard time loving myself
and no, I won't move to Kansas for you,
but if you move to Texas when I go
I wouldn't mind the company.