I asked for fave food

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Must have been uttered out of nowhere
And now the atmosphere is dead air
Did not intend to catch you off guard
I simply find speaking with you to be hard

I usually just speak up no minding remorse
But with you I wonder why I do Morse
All I planned was to take you out to dinner
Failure I am, getting my chances thinner

Concepts in my mind not leaving planning stage
Though too little time I have before both of us age
My brain fatigued figuring how I pull myself from the corner
'Cause maybe it is up to my courage to get us closer

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