not ready

I'll ride my bike to your house

to the party there

I carry the rain in with me

the bands playing here

I'm not looking for you

but you find me standing near

you ask who i cam with

i tell you i came by myself

the music blares as the crowd sings along

you look down at me 

and smile with those white teeth

I'm sorry C,

but I can't be what you want me to be

I feel to young 

phone calls across the country

you tell me you love me

but I've got no feelings for those three words

i'm sorry but i can't be what you want me to be

I'm not ready for love

coffee in hand I walk alone

i have no feelings at this time being

the streets posts light my way home

this winter is going to be far to long

I'm sorry C, but I can't be what you want me to be. 

My hearts not ready for love