Eager

I'm just not sure, about whether I prefer to sit home alone, or go out.
Doing your best to cope, but unsure what your concern is about.

Just tryin' to get along, deal, and make the best of the hand you're dealt.
Your heart is telling you to feel and your mind reminds you what you've already felt.

Romance is for the young, and love is for the new.
What if I want to be among those adoring couples too.

Why can't I have both, why is it such a chore.
Why do I go out alone, I just want a little bit more.

Why does this have to be so hard.
I shouldn't have to tell myself to feel.

I can't be working in the yard.
When I'm supposed to be playing left field.

I never know where to stand or which direction will shelter the wind.
You keep moving around starting fires just when I'm ready to rescind.

I can't keep guessing when or where the other shoe will drop.
Throughout that  whole guessing game I've prepared myself for the flop.

You can give yourself a deadline and don't want to call your own bluff.
Though you know it's just not in your nature to be that tough.

The choice is to give up now with the hope that there is more.
Or do you keep on keeping on, with one hand on the door.

You can't get this time back anyway.
May as well deal with what you've got.

Compromising your own being and being exactly what you are not.

Too much time is gone now, and there are so few guarantees.
I guess that you get what you get, when you are so so eager to please.