Prelude

I'm insecure

Of that I'm sure

Don't need a counselor or seminar to see

And even when it's only you and me

There seems to be

Something that you keep behind your teeth

You think I would know

How this would go

But maybe that's exactly why I want it: no need to hope

Count to three, you get what you see

And every time you go I'm here thinking

"Maybe it's me"

You think I'd know better by now