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What would I have to become
For you to love me?
That pretty girl dressed in black, perhaps
I remember the moment you called her beautiful
Fumbling, and awkward, but clear
I guess it's been a year
Since I met that boy whose blue eyes
Sparkled with warmth and ambition
He spoke the language of history
So eloquently, that won me over pretty quickly
Maybe if I was a cat, I could crawl into your arms
Without any hesitation on your part
All I’d need to do is walk your way
And then I'd be adored
A book perhaps - because then
You'd finally reach your hands out to me
Because then I'd be as interesting, exciting
As stimulating and fascinating
As those paintings that you love
Of ships and sunsets and the sea-
If only I could become those images
You'd want to lose yourself in me
But it's at that point that I realise
That I’d have to transform into
Everything I could never be
Just to feel welcomed in your arms
And I'm left to wonder about
What kind of girl I have really become,
So desperate, I'd erase my whole identity
If it meant that you'd finally love me |
