Frankly to the Moon

How could I be a sitter on the bench?
Perched upon the fence, not being at all of use
To the situation at hand, not offering a hand
Not because I have none but because

I'm scared stiff
Oh, what if it's the wrong decision?

Let me be honest, let me be frank
Would you all love me if I continued to crank
Hit after hit? Or just one hit, that's it?
It must seem like some absolute bullshit

But I'm scared stiff
Oh, what if it's the wrong decision?

You said, you said
"I wish you were more than a collection of cliche, a real person perhaps, per se
I've never seen such drivel dampen your lips, then fall to smash against the bricks"

I fall down, not enough
Reach the moon, I want more



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Mason Mccurdy
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