I'm imperfection and
Classy grace
I like to turn my head a
Certain way
To evoke a reaction

Standing in a half-dark room
I hope I don't seem like I'm
Latching on; it's far too soon
And a lot of the times I fear my brand of humor
Will rub off the wrong way

I'm sarcastic it's fantastic
I'll think about it later
If I stare too hard it's drastic
Everything I want a guy to be
I keep my eyes half-averted

Occasionally I'll wish
That I would speak
If they're the dog and I'm the lead
I'll pull them in quick
With a quip

And I wonder if they think I'm mean
Or just, you know, controlling
I'm strangely fine with either
Because they both comprise of me
Louisa May, I'll sail my ship

Writing songs about not knowing
Writing things about not going
Particularly anywhere and being okay
Is that the mood I'm going to adopt
In regard to everything?

I look at my reflection too much
Leaning over the sink to lip sync
Procrastinating math and eating lunch
Is how my time goes by
Oh, and finding a new book to read

Wishing to be a solid part
Moving seats to be closer
Reeling it in with subtle hints
Why don't I try harder
To get what I want?

I'm complacent and
Smiling, motivated and
Whiling the hours away
Online, reading various
Forgettable articles

But this is what I do
And what I do that's best
This counts for something accountable
I'll forget all the rest
Now

But without it
This wouldn't be
A complete entity

But without it
I couldn't write
About the way I'm me