I’ve been wanting to talk to you
But I can’t figure out what to say
Because now it’s 1am on October 1st
And I’m spinning around in the t-shirt
You left at my house (it still smells like you).
I’m so dizzy, waiting for my eyes to focus
But when they do, you’re not there.
So I keep spinning and spinning.
Because now it’s night time in this little city
And I’m sitting awake cross-legged on my perfectly made bed
And I’m tapping my thumbs
To the beat of all the songs you used to sing.
And I’m driving down the road
To sit at the stoplights we used to
Last winter when we almost fell in love.
I’ve been wanting to talk to you,
But I can’t figure out what to say.
Maybe,
“Hey, it’s me.
And it’s always been you.”
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC
I’ve been wanting to talk to you
But I can’t figure out what to say
Because now it’s 1am on October 1st
And I’m spinning around in the t-shirt
You left at my house (it still smells like you).
I’m so dizzy, waiting for my eyes to focus
But when they do, you’re not there.
So I keep spinning and spinning.
Because now it’s night time in this little city
And I’m sitting awake cross-legged on my perfectly made bed
And I’m tapping my thumbs
To the beat of all the songs you used to sing.
And I’m driving down the road
To sit at the stoplights we used to
Last winter when we almost fell in love.
I’ve been wanting to talk to you,
But I can’t figure out what to say.
Maybe,
“Hey, it’s me.
And it’s always been you.”
