It starts with one.
One day.
One moment.
One time.
One choice.
One mistake.

It continues with too.
Too much.
Too fast.
Too many misunderstandings.
Too undeniable.

It ends with three.
"I Love You."
"I Hate You."
"We Are Over."

It crumbles with four.
Four empty days.
Four sleepless nights.
Four drinks.
Four doses.
Four fights.

It disintegrates with five.
Five weeks.
Five breakdowns.
Five ideas that should be let go of.

It finalizes with one.
One day.
One moment.
One time.
One choice.
One mistake.

I don’t want to be afraid…
I don’t want to not be with you…
I don’t want to back away…
I’m just not ready yet…

I know I come off playing hard ball…
I know I come off like I want to rip your clothes off…
I know I come off like I know what I’m doing…
I’m just not ready yet…

There’s only so much you can have of me…
There’s only so much I can change…
There’s only so much of a burden I can carry…
I’m just not ready yet…

I want to be tethered to you…
I want to be by your side…
I want to be your perfection and passion…
I’m just not ready yet…

I’m sorry I can’t be everything you need…
I’m sorry I can’t be flawless…
I’m sorry I can’t be a rule breaker…
I’m sorry, but I’m just not ready yet…

When I'm small, I'll follow the sun
And when I'm big, I'll swallow it whole.

The bus starts and pulls away.
You missed the bus.
You're stuck on the curb;
the next one isn't for another hour.

You missed the bus!
God, you're such a fool.
The next one isn't for another hour.
You don't have the time.

God, you're such a fool!
You ask the man next to you for the time.
"You don't have the time?"
No. "You should wear a watch."

You ask the man next to you for the time
When you once had dreams. Yes, you
know you should wear a watch
like you used to.

Like you're used to
The bus starts and pulls away
You're stuck on the curb
Where you once had dreams, yes you.