Out of troubled sleep I push aside the sheets Check my empty inboxes, I wake Crossing Primrose Hill The muted phone lies still No IMs or friend requests await
I've convinced myself it's a good idea I've convinced myself to stay away from you
These threads of blue, green, and red Tied up inside me, and I can't forget Those threads you wrote and I read So full of promise, but all left unsaid
Staring through the screen, hoping to be seen You're pushing me to highlight and reveal My secrets and my schemes; forgotten names and dreams I need you to remember them for me
I've convinced myself it's a good idea I've convinced myself to pull away
These threads of blue, green, and red Tied up inside me, and I can't forget Those threads you wrote and I read So full of promise, but all left unsaid
I'm always waiting for love to arrive I've wasted so much of my time
(These threads)
Wound up and bound together One day becomes another, now One more sleepless night Wound up and bound together One day into another, now But I can't break
These threads of blue, green, and red Tied up inside me, and I can't forget Those threads you wrote and I read So full of promise, but all left unsaid
Keeping myself awake night after night I'm waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting For you