More to Offer
I wish I had more to offer you,
But all I've got are my hands,
my mouth, my ears, and my eyes.
It seems that you intrigue me,
I stare as you pass by.
I don't have enough of what it is you want
My worthlessness shouting he's already gone
I creep around, play it cool
But you never catch my gaze, as you look about the room
There's not much to see, or maybe there is too much,
I'd give it all up, for the warmth of your touch
I am really kind of tired, because I know it's me
Or should I give you more credit?that maybe you don't see?
I wish I had more to offer, Oh god I really do
I'll pretend you'll accept my plea, that you'll really see through
But all I've got are my hands,
my mouth, my ears, and my eyes.
It seems that you intrigue me,
I stare as you pass by.
I don't have enough of what it is you want
My worthlessness shouting he's already gone
I creep around, play it cool
But you never catch my gaze, as you look about the room
There's not much to see, or maybe there is too much,
I'd give it all up, for the warmth of your touch
I am really kind of tired, because I know it's me
Or should I give you more credit?that maybe you don't see?
I wish I had more to offer, Oh god I really do
I'll pretend you'll accept my plea, that you'll really see through