Loom

How do I make you fall in love with me?
And how do I let you know I care?
And how would I say that the man you’re laying with
Is not the man that should be laying there?
How would a boy like me put it?
A man with some sense probably wouldn’t
But I don’t give a damn, I am not a smarter man
So I’m gonna say some words I shouldn’t
I had a dream I was falling, maybe that’s a fucked up metaphor
Maybe it just means, when I meet you in my dreams
Nothing stops me from going through the floor
I know all the bad things about you
But I still think you’re the purest of our kind
I remember being younger, with an awful pining hunger
For a good that a boy could never find
And a fear of a man so left behind
So I guess I’ll just love you through the window
While you’re dancing with the charmers in the room
And I’ll slip out that door like I have a time before
And just let that lost loving loom
Just let that lost loving loom
How do I make you fall in love with me?
Is it lost in the emptiness of apathy?
Should I fight for it like war, should I nail it down to boards
Or do I live in a love I’m dying for?