indecision

i know i can be flighty.

so many things i wanna say, but can't.

commitment. i know i've a phobia to that.

it stems from a certain fear of boredom. it stems from insecurity.

now, i've more or less made more commitments with my life.

except probably the hardest step i can ever take.

but the thing is: am i just a place to lay?

when i'm old and grey and fat, will i still have the allure?

it has a hold, that kinda intimacy, especially for you.

when i can no longer give you that, will you seek it elsewhere?

sure you might never really leave, but would you really be there?

or would you pull a Kennedy?

i need emotional security. i'd rather be alone than be unhappy or insecure.

and for you to ask for such a huge thing: would you be here when the going gets rough and tough? when things go sour, would you stay and work it through with me?

i'm tired of running, but i'm not sure walking's the right thing.


If you looking for a girl that’ll treat you right
If you lookin’ for her in the day time with the light

You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night

You expect me to just let you hit it
But will you still respect me if you get it

All I can do is try, gimme one chance
What’s the problem I don’t see no ring on your hand
I'll be the first to admit it, I’m curious about you, you seem so innocent

You wanna get in my world, get lost in it
Boy I’m tired of running, lets walk for a minute

-Nelly Furtado's Promiscuous Girl-