(Hanging around you sucks.) I’m out on the water, my line in the foam, And there on the road, I see you driving by. The sun on the ripples, you pass me like a sigh, Then you’re gone from my sight, one assumes, somewhere good. Just us two, and my anxiety. The rose on your shoulder no longer in bloom. And as we get older there is growing doom. You fester anxiety training for when it looms, When it comes, one assumes, others ran. Just you, and your anxiety. Your love is so fragile it's rare to get out. The touch of your hand lifting goes right back down. You light up when I frown, so I frown, Then I'm down, one assumes, others ran. Just us two, and your anxiety. (Have a positive outlook, please.)
