I've shown you more of my mind,
Than I've shown myself.
You accept it without question
And refuse apologies.
Well,
With all of my sincerity
I apologize.

I apologize
For my rampant mind
That cannot organize
The sweet nothings you whisper to me with your eyes.
Sometimes I find I cannot speak,
Weak in the heart
Beat in the knees
Curling into your arms
Whispering worship up your sleeves.