I can't stand still in my seat
I stay shifting with anxiety
There's no one in the world
Who can tolerate my whining.
I need way more convincing
To believe you really like me,
I'll take this way too personally,
And feel bad for doing nothing.
I've practiced my poker face
And kept my leg rocking
But my nervous tics are obvious
Despite all the smiling.
This is an anecdote
Of times often passing
This worked as an antidote
But not all good is lasting.