It’s ten PM on the top of the empty parking garage

We’re both nervous as hell.

We both know what we’re here for.

And I’m secretly shaking inside because I might have to hide

My feelings tonight.

They all said that I’m just paranoid,

But if they went through when I’ve been through, they’d tell me just to give it up.

I hope I’m not bothering you tonight.

I just wanted to stay by your side.

We reach the highest point on the blacktop

I stare over the edge and look seven stories down,

Wondering how loud the noise would be if I dropped a penny,

Or if I even threw myself over the rail out of shame.

I’d bring it up, but I’m too afraid to ask.

I won’t risk being left alone and having my pride stolen.

And the pressure’s building and I’m just waiting for it,

The moment you confirm my greatest fears and let me know,

“There’s nothing there for us.”

Moments of silence, making our way around.

You ask me what I told her.  I give you awkward, unclear, almost stuttered, few, broken words.

Those broken glasses were made for someone who’s far-sighted in one eye.

I suppose they were made for me.

Toss them over to the ground below.

There’s nothing more to entertain but pieces of rock that I keep throwing but they keep

Hitting the ridiculously shallow wall and flying back to me, yet yours soar over with ease.

So we’re left with just each other and the little bird on my shoulder that’s singing

“Anatomy of a Broken Heart,” the song of my life for a while if you’re gonna say what I fear you’re gonna say.

I can’t take not knowing anymore.

Leaving out the word “hoping,” I tell you I’m blanking you will.

What did you just say, Beautiful?

There’s something you want to ask me?

Why do I keep looking away?

Are you gonna ask me or not?

Are you gonna ask me or not?

I’d bring it up, but I’m too afraid to ask.

I won’t risk being left alone and having my pride stolen.

And the pressure’s building and I’m just waiting for it,

The moment you confirm my greatest fears and let me know,

“…but I changed my mind about you.”

[] the bird on my shoulder,

Go sing about my geeky problems somewhere else.

I don’t need to worry anymore.

This is merely amazing and frustrating.  You tried so many times but couldn’t spit it out.

Choke it up, Darling.

You know I won’t say no, so what’s the problem here?

If you can’t even ask a question, how do you expect us to ever hold hands?

And if it’s such an easy thing to do, then why am I making up excuses so that I don’t have to be the one to do it?

Somehow you manage to find a good time to stand up and the light’s bothering me so I stand up as well.

Walk down the steps in all-out glory and questionable, comfortable silence, while our minds are in a contrasted rave.

“How the hell do I ask her?”

“How the hell do I respond to him?”

I think tonight’s the night.

But there’s your hell ride waiting for you.

So maybe it’ll be some other night.

And what if she never came?

What if you asked and just pretended I wasn’t there?

It doesn’t hafta be clever, you know,

Because, any way you spin it, any words you choose, we live happily ever after.

Thanking God for my dry palms, I drive home alone with the memories in my mind and the smile on my face.

Are you ever gonna ask me?

Are you ever gonna ask me?

I’d bring it up, but I’m too afraid to ask.