Proposition

The thought of all the stupid things i might say,
Oh no, what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
But i don't wanna run, i wanna stay
suspended there, on this joyous day

I don't want to cause you trouble,
And I don't want to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
I'd probably just recede back into my own bubble,
You see, her, she's been sized down to rubble

O no, I see,
A spider web and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
jerk and fiddle

Will you join me in my web?
or would you rather watch me in torture as i fizzle