I don't need
Nerves of steel
I can resist
A gentle tease
If it's a test
I can be tough
If it's a bluff
I'm not impressed
You closed the books
I'm off the hook
You left the stress
I kept the mess
I must confess
I have no fear
But neither the guts, my dear
I picture your photographs
I'm dying here
And i don't know why
I picture the pose you held
The blush you felt
But i won't ask why
I picture you somewhere else
The story ends
But i don't know how
If only the timing had been right
I'm backing up
My favorite shots
It's not a lot
But all i got
Give me a scheme
'cause as it seems
I'm running out
Of good ideas
I'm risk averse
I don't jump first
I'm taking note
Of each alert
So no more loss
I'll let it go
I'll take things
Nice and slow