I AIN'T WHAT I USED TO BE
If our private touches together
Don't melt you like before
If my eyes don't talk so loud
Even if my stories are now a bore
When my kisses aren't sweet
And the butterflies are flying low
All the special tingles hide
But know they've not gone home
Right now I may not be your dream
And I'm sorry for it all
But if you can recall the past
I think we shared this fall
And though you haven't vowed just yet
I promise you I'll get better, if you wait for me
I know you haven't said it in words
I know, I ain't what I used to be.
No, i'm not all that...
I'm just this.
A smile, a secret.
A promise, a kiss.