Why won't you open up more?

Easier said than done

If your mind was a house ...I'm the guy right outside, staring at you through the windows.

Are you staring because you're a creep or because you have nothing better to do?

I'm staring because I hope you'll let me in so I can use the bathroom ...and then from there I can casually talk you into a cup of tea ..but chances are you have no hot water ..so you'll offer me juice instead ..and then maybe, flip threw a few channels to distract yourself from the sound of my lips scooping at the juice ..you know that sound ..lllllllllup ..and possibly...maybe, I can stay in the guest room that day ...or maybe not.
Maybe we'd take things slow and I'd take refuge in the shed. Beats standing outside in the rain, freezing away... or perhaps you'd offer me an umbrella, stare at me for a change... until my smile would entice you enough to join me, dancing in the rain.
Where from the wind, would on its wings carry you away and I'd watch as you slowly learn what it means to be free with me.