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.