I'm horrible with words (not as bad as I am with silence)
They all make sense in my head, but I **** them up when I speak.
So I keep them to myself.
Because who the hell cares what I think about
music, and literature, and war, and you.
No one cares that I hate the color yellow,
And that I can't remember who sang that song,
And that I want to see that movie from the commercial.
And that I like it when I hold you at night.
I'm saying this for me
Because maybe it will help me communicate
Maybe it will help me articulate
Maybe it will help me formulate the words
Maybe it will help me tell you
That I love your smile, and your eyes,
And I hate not being with you
Because I still get butterflies
And I care what you think, and I want to keep you satisfied
Because I don't want you to leave.
But the words get lost between my thoughts and my mouth.
And I know you think about what I'm thinking
And wonder what thoughts I'm keeping
And try to figure out what I'm hiding
And why I won't tell you
That I can't live without you
or I won't live without you
or I don't want to live without you
or..
..**** it..