In a way I was nervous In a way I was not With no time to prepare I just hoped for the best and forgot
how the fear can possess me maybe hold back the best me So afraid to be hoping too much So afraid to be touched
And we were the leftovers No one wanted to hold us No It seems almost too perfect now and I wasn't prepared for love
I was talking too much, dear I was hiding my own fear So afraid to feel happy in vain and ashamed
Then we started to wonder and I lied to feel stronger I was happy it was something new It was you
And we were the leftovers No one wanted to hold us No It seems almost too perfect now and I wasn't prepared for love Am I fearing the perfect now? Is it just that it's strange to love?
And we were the leftovers No one wanted to hold us No You seem almost too perfect now and I wasn't prepared for love
You seem almost too perfect now Why is it strange to love