scared
not a word that ive ever been to familiar with, not after having a gun in my face or a knife to my throat, after that very little scares you anymore
and yet my mind still knows which butons to push
still knows which boogeyman to put in the closet, or monster to put under the bed
i want so badly to ask you something, something so simple, and my head insists on making it into rocket science
i can see myself forming the words, i can feel them leaving my mouth
and all i can think of is you saying no
its so easy to tell you i love you
because i know in my heart that there isnt anything that can make me stop feeling this way about you

alright damn it, that said, asking you isnt rocket science
A.L.A, i said i was yours, if you wanted me, and i am
i love you A.L.A, i have since i met you, more and more with each day