My heart wasn't ready
And it never will be.
I know if I just stop allowing my anxiety to control me
I can make it.
I don't have to be ready
I know that now.
But no matter how much I know, my days still end the same way.
Alone, overthought, and wondering
What it would be like to have your eyes fall in love with mine.
I specialize in one way streets
But I dream of a double lined median
Where you drive constantly within my mind