Am I just supposed to look at you and know?
Or is it an obvious truth that will just slowly seep into my surroundings, so smoothly that I don't even see the change.
a ship drifting in from the horizon that's to the shore before you even notice it.
Is it you? Do I just have to bide my time? Or you over here, are you even interested? I wish I could ask.
Are you even aware I'm alive in the plaid shirt? No? I thought not.
Now... could it be you?
Damn I hope I'm not too dense or mistrusting to see you when you're right in front of me.