But this time, they seem like they want to stay,
This time, the feelings aren't shared; I'm concerned
That this time, they will not just go away.
Last time they came, things were so different:
We'd basically just met, almost strangers,
But this time they come around, we're best friends,
This time around, things could get much stranger.
These emotions try to make my eyes tear,
They spin me in circles, getting dizzy,
The words I heard last year ring in my ear:
"Maybe later, but right now, I'm busy."
I thought this attraction had, at last, past.
Now it's telling me, "Hold on. Not so fast."
