What's funny is the overwhelming fear 

That'll I'll never call you "my dear"

I see you three days a week 

And each time, I can hardly speak

It's really quiet funny when you think

That all I can do is write your name in ink

And all the while you let the day go by

While I'm here trying to say hi 

What's funny is that it's simple

That it'll end if we could meet in the middle

I see you smile at me 

And each time I feel free