Be Yr Man

I've turned into the windowsill in your bedroom
 I've turned into a desk on the floor with some leg room
 I've been hiding out underneath your covers
 I've been trying to find out if I could be your lover
 We are the same, I want to hold your hand
 We are the same, I want to meet your friends
 We are the same, I want to do what I can
 We are the same, I wanna be your man but I can't
 No I can't
 I've turned into the doorway into your living room
 I feel like an old guitar that is out of tune, I am out of tune
 I've been outside your door screaming for a little while
 I've been trying to find out if I could be your style
 We are the same, I want to hold your hand
 We are the same, I want to meet your friends
 We are the same, I want to do what I can
 We are the same, I wanna be your man but I can't
 No I can't
 Even lakes and ponds feel the tides sometimes, once in a while
 Underwater I believe everything is fine, it's alright
 I've been trying hard to make sense of this
 Honey aren't you glad this isn't ambiguous, heavy mess
 We are the same, I want to hold your hand
 We are the same, I want to meet your friends
 We are the same, I want to do what I can
 We are the same, I wanna be your man but I can't
 No I can't