I Am Not Cactus

I am a common man content with who I am.
I work a common job – I have no travel plans.
My little corner of the world is all the beauty that I need.

You’ve seen my garden from your bus stop everyday.
I’ve seen you watching as I water my array.
I’ll cut a rose for you the next time that I think I’ve caught your eye.

I know what happens next – I’ve seen this one before.
Two lovers find each other, but lose themselves in wanting more.

I’m not cactus – I’ve got no thorns to protect myself from you.
But I’ve got hands to work the soil – loving hands that know just what to do.
But I don’t know how to begin…
Please don’t hurt me – I am not cactus.

My roses need a lot of care to grow and thrive.
They’re not like cactus who need nothing to survive.
And cactus needles make you sorry that you ever got so near.

I know what happens next – I’ve seen this one before.
Two lovers find each other, but lose themselves in wanting more.

I’m not cactus – I’ve got no thorns to protect myself from you.
But I’ve got hands to work the soil – loving hands that know just what to do.
But I don’t know how to begin…
Please don’t hurt me – I am not cactus.

You took my flower, but what’s this I recognize?
Beneath your smile I see fear in your eyes.
Could I be guilty of not seeing past my insecurity?

You know what happens next – you’ve seen this one before.
Two lovers find each other, but lose themselves in wanting more.

We’re not cactus – we’ve got no thorns to protect ourselves from love.
But we’ve got hands to work the soil – loving hands are what we’re dreaming of.
Could this be how it begins?
Sit beside me – I am not cactus.