She's not even in love...

There’s this girl you see…
She has great hair, great eyes and the best personality.
I’d say she lights up the entire room but she doesn’t.
She just lights up a little corner…just enough for me.
My buddies they don’t get it at all.
Some think she’s too short.
Some think she’s too tall.
Her butt’s this. Her butt’s that.
She’s way too skinny. She’s way too fat.
So when I tell them how I feel
they’re at a loss. But that’s my gain,
Because, and I find this surreal,
I’m a lone voice when I proclaim,
Her virtues to the world.
I want to buy her roses.
No, wait, fuck that!
I want to lay a giant path of rose petals,
from her door to mine, thick, deep and wide,
a really luxurious path covering the concrete and metals,
so she can walk barefoot along the side,
of the road.
And I’d put out torches
and the most thoughtful little notes
with little scorches
around the edge so they’d look antiqued.
She likes that. She thinks it’s funny.
I’m not supposed to know that.
There’s a lot of things I’m not supposed to know.
And I’d like to send her gifts to show
how much I care. How much I pay attention
to what she says whenever she’s around.
But I know she already knows
because my face it glows
and I can’t stop smiling
and the problem is…it weirds her out.
And I hate that.
I want to play hard to get.
And you can say it’s her problem
or it’s her loss
that she’s not secure enough or what have you
but I just bet
that the last time someone couldn’t hide how much they cared about
you it freaked you out.
Hell I’d be freaked out too.
That’s one thing I’ll never get,
Why you can’t love someone more than they love you.