I never learned how to love
Instead, I learned to fantasize
To lose myself deep inside my sweet lies
All so I'd believe I could talk to you
At least, taking fight over flight
I never learned to mature
I'll run along the gentle orchids in spring
As I caress them with my horrid singing
So I beg you, don't call a psychiatrist
Mine says it's fine, mostly
Since I'm a child, I can't be discrete
Sometimes my thoughts will slip
Making those around me trip,
Mainly because I judge them
Out of envy, but truthfully
So when I mutter "beautiful, "
Towards you and I regrettably realize so
Do know it's true, I love you
Since I never learned to lie,
In fact, I learned nothing
Because when we talk,
I instantly forget if I did,
So while we dance, teach me anew
While we sing, don't lose a screw
Since I'll never learn,
That's nothing new