Hey, can I call you? Hey, will you like me? How can I ask you if you won't judge me? I don't know the way you are. Please don't dismiss me.
You aren't so happy. Well, I can fix that, and maybe offer something different. I don't know the way you are, but I couldn't like you more so far, and I know that this might sound bizarre: the future's making me love you..
If you aren't busy, could I come over and win your lonely affection, lover?
I should have written this years ago, but only had a feeling; I couldn't have known. Now you're in my bad dreams, and I have a lot. It's just my minds way to balance things out, 'cause I try to be happy when I'm awake.
I guess all I'm really trying to say is: My baby, you made me love you.