I do everything wrong when it comes to you; Don't even try to convince me that's not true. I think the right things but they come out wrong, 'Til you think that's what I meant all along - Our signals get crossed, tangled, and jumbled; Every step I take toward you, I stumble.
I could fall, but I fear I won't be caught; And our every interaction is fraught With an intense desirability... But also an overt hostility. I know what's the right thing for me to do: I just have to keep my distance from you.