at night I lay awake and think

how lucky I must be

that I have found a boyfrend

to love a guy like me

I'm as akward as I am spastic

and I worry all the time

but he loves me anyway

despite all my faulty lines

When we talk we sit and flirt

sometimes we do nothing

but none of that really matters

only smiles and laughter

and on the days he's not around

I just sit around and think

what is it we will talk about next

will he turn me on

will we play some silly game

or say hello for hours on

but at night I lay awake and and think

how lucky it is I am

because one thing I know our love is not

it is not a sham