You caught me creeping out back in the night for some summer air. I suffocate in this place. Secrets all on your face. You stare straight through me like you know me well. I believe in this still. I just forgot how to feel...
I caught you running from the past, too afraid to even talk to me. What ever happened to the way that we used to be? I've always heard that the fun is in the mystery, but this can't be what they mean.
I'd like to try, I'd like to try to win you over. I can't decide. I'm not getting any closer. I feel sometimes, like I'm not cut out for this.
But if I wear it on my sleeve, then I'm just headed straight for the crash years. And when it's said and done, I'm nothing but a pile of my fears. All the while I sit, and think that I've just welcomed the crash years. When every minute waisted's, a minute that you won't get back right here.
I'd like to try, I'd like to try to win you over. I can't decide. I'm not getting any closer. I feel sometimes, like I'm not cut out for this. Cause in my heart, in my head, I believe I'm a liar, but I keep trying. But sometimes, I'm not cut out for this...