I begin to pull away
Like a hand from the heat of a stove
Afraid of getting burned
It's not you
It's my past creeping into my mind
Grabbing the reigns
Even though I put the cart before the horse
So pull me back from the edge

I want to run
Want to jump
But it's to late to turn back

I want you
I want to be with you
Why am I like this

A fool
And a foolish one at that