I was just a helpless caterpillar
Crawling along the mucke'd mile
Generous helpings of jesus and pantomime
Faking my way through a middle class life

You found me there, exuberant and silly
Sugar straws
Placed precisely

I did not love you at first
So I could not love you ever
So you said

A perfect platonic embrace
Shattered by my girlish chase
A considerate fate
Left to whither

Sometimes I'd like to think that Gospel
was written for me
But I know I never could reach high enough to pluck your
love strings

My man of many words
None of them for me
My secret love
That never was

Now I know why it shouldn't be