and every time we’re with them
I wonder what it’d be like just with you
and just what kind
of soul you are when you’re left alone to think
then I wonder if time alone for you and i
is even likely to grasp
a possibility made of glass
and because of this mania
the glass is not quite clean
clouded with the distortion of my mind
and the obstacles I create
because it’s you i cannot decode
and as time goes on i improv
and i hide the emotions that bake
within me because
to hide is easier than to confess