What’s on your mind?
You always asked
and I kept ignoring
that kind of inquiry is boring

what’s on your mind?
You should’ve never asked
the night may be long
but still ain’t enough
and you’ll even call me wrong

what’s on your mind?
but of course I should respond

What’s on my mind?
are words I couldn’t define
they always seemed to be fine
but if I won’t let them out
they made me dizzy
like I drank ***** mixed with wine
they’re hot like fire
but when I write them down
with my tongue-
I got frozen, I somehow turn blind.

What’s on my mind?
I think you got it differently
for it isn't what
but who I have with my crazy thoughts
and it's you, always have been;
in my mind always floats