You Don't Know Me Yet
By Songs by Corey
Verse 1:
Walking through the crowd, trying to blend, but I stand out. I don’t even need to shout or be loud.
I have a problem, one that maybe she can solve. But with mistrust of others, I put up my walls.
Stealing a glance at her from a distance, I try to turn away, but I don’t have the resistance.
Turning around, her sixth sense points like a beacon in my direction.
I finally turned away shyly and made a mental correction.
After a few steps, I turned back to see her still staring, smiling.
A pretty curled smile that I will surely remember for a while.
Walking towards me slowly, a goddess that I wouldn’t mind praying to every night.
Within mere feet from each other, from behind her mother, who has found her daughter in this crowded fair.
The girl smiled and waved as she was leaving, bright blue eyes and dark brown shimmery hair and you have me believing.
Someone new, yet reminding me of someone I once knew, and I am depressed again.
I appreciate who you are, but when I fail, I go back to the start of the same game with someone else.
Maybe this will be different, but I can’t help but remain resistant that she will see the real me and run.
Everything will fine, until we get close, then she treats me like a ghost, one that never existed at all.
Once she sees that I will only drag her down, she’ll take off like a jet. I hope that you know what I mean when I say that You Don’t Know Me Yet.
Verse 2:
Running into the store always feels like a chore, but this place is my survival.
In the produce aisle, I come across her, electric eyes and a beautiful smile and everything else becomes a blur.
She recognized me from the fair, but playing it cool, I say oh yeah, I think I saw you there.
As we chat some more, I try my best not to become a bore, my best dad jokes and fair stories on display.
We eventually exchange numbers, inspecting her sense of style, I can see that she was younger, which didn’t do anything for my confidence, but maybe to her, age didn’t matter.
Departing from each other, we shared a smile. I haven’t felt this good in a while.
Not since my ex, before she inherited the title of such. Hopefully I won’t mention her when me and my new desire go out to lunch.
Someone new, yet reminding me of someone I once knew, and I am depressed again.
I appreciate who you are, but when I fail, I go back to the start of the same game with someone else.
Maybe this will be different, but I can’t help but remain resistant that she will see the real me and run.
Everything will fine, until we get close, then she treats me like a ghost, one that never existed at all.
Once she sees that I will only drag her down, she’ll take off like a jet. I hope that you know what I mean when I say that You Don’t Know Me Yet.
Verse 3:
Finally, the day of my first date. A little more nervous than I usually am, I try not to be late.
Picking her up, we talk on the way in my car, I try saving my best topics until we get to the surf ‘n turf restaurant and bar.
Outdoor seating, the ocean plays the same song. Busting out my best comedy routine, my dates’ laughter is hearty and long.
Conversation about our exes arises, and I know I can’t avoid it, so I try to be playful.
No woman could hate me; the breakups were all mutual I say. They weren’t and they were all just as painful.
Just thinking about that starts an inner emotional rainfall.
Walking down the beach, the ocean mirrors my emotions, wave after wave until silence.
Asking the deeper questions, where I see myself in the future, I tell her with you of course.
She laughs like I was joking, but then plants one moist kiss on my quivering lips.
I look at her and grab her by the hips.
A sunset background, and this doesn’t feel real. Heart on my sleeve, and I’m open for the steal.
Someone new, yet reminding me of someone I once knew, and I am depressed again.
I appreciate who you are, but when I fail, I go back to the start of the same game with someone else.
Maybe this will be different, but I can’t help but remain resistant that she will see the real me and run.
Everything will fine, until we get close, then she treats me like a ghost, one that never existed at all.
Once she sees that I will only drag her down, she’ll take off like a jet. I hope that you know what I mean when I say that You Don’t Know Me Yet.
Verse 4:
Fast forward a few months, and I’m happy with the woman I’m with.
But how long will it last, I wonder. Just when will I get hit by the thunder.
The inner storm that has women in my life running for cover.
A hurricane called neediness that happens with each lover.
Obsessed, then depressed when things go awry.
I feel her pulling away, a tug of war, all my past lovers pulling me down, I could cry.
Messages getting less frequent, beginning of the end.
When there is no communication anymore, might as well be dead.
The breakup is here, everything is so clear.
Why I’ve failed, but also, why do I repeat past mistakes.
Guess I will never know the answer, what’s awaiting me is a pit of snakes, each with her face.
The bite, that sweet venom in my veins.
Love has rotted me from the inside out, guess I should let someone above me take the reigns.
Someone new, yet reminding me of someone I once knew, and I am depressed again.
I appreciate who you are, but when I fail, I go back to the start of the same game with someone else.
Maybe this will be different, but I can’t help but remain resistant that she will see the real me and run.
Everything will fine, until we get close, then she treats me like a ghost, one that never existed at all.
Once she sees that I will only drag her down, she’ll take off like a jet. I hope that you know what I mean when I say that You Don’t Know Me Yet.
