Tired of being stupid

My friends laugh at me when suddenly
I mention you in my speech.
I tried to avoid it,
But it's out of my reach.

If I could only wrap my thoughts
and keep them stuck in a frosty place,
I guess they could go away along
with your kiss that I still can't taste.

Now I (don't) want you to know
that after that rainy night
when I lost my chance,
I pass my days wondering why
I'm fearless enough to talk to you but
too shy to ask you to dance.