idk

you give me all these feelings that i can barely write down
i attempt to put these knotts in my tummy into words
but multiple times i find myself erasing each letter
the position im in seems almost absurd
but for some reason im still waiting

its the way when were on the phone for hours that your voice soothes me
the way that i can tell you anything and know your lips will forever be sealed
im filled with fears that im almost certain the whole world can see
but i cant stop the way my fragile heart feels

i never knew what people meant when they asked
how something so wrong felt so right, until now
the butterflies i get when im holding your hand
the smile that creeps upon my face when you say my name
these feelings are more than i can stand
im hoping you mean it when you say you feel the same

rightnow time is all i have on my side
but even that may be against me
im hoping maybe soon youll be mine
but only time knows if its meant to be

for now all i have is the hope in my heart
and the way you leave me breathless
but i know deep inside that we have something special
i feel like the whole world can see it

i think in reality your scared of love
because that hearts been broken oh so much
but that is the last thing you should think of
and let yourself be taken by the rush
i could be yours
you could be mine
all we have going for us now
is the sweet ticking time

my tainted love story

i feel it in my chest when i can hardly breathe
i feel it in my knees when i can barely stand
i feel it in between my fingers as you hold my hand

the feel of your lips briefly being pressed up against mine
the warmth of my body against yours while i was safe in your arms
the way that i thought we would one day be
the way you made me feel as if i was finally free

you and i seemed so perfect the way id see nothing but you
and how when you were near me my troubles were gone
it was as if i had no past as if i had no future
only that moment seemed to matter because i thought it was love

but the world is right, i am naive
im blind for not being able to see
im immature for even hoping
im foolish for really beleiving we were meant to be

it feels like im writing a drawn out letter
drawn out like my emotions on a colored sheet of paper
then tossed away like an unwanted picture

excuses are excuses no matter how much you sugar coat them
and i seem to keep creating one after the other
telling my self that you love me but that were impossible
always finding a different reason as to why you chose her

but maybe the real reason should come into my reality
maybe im not what you want, all those times you called me perfect
all those times i thought the wait was worth it
the way youd occupy my mind and my time
but i should admit it, im the one at loss
the only reason that comes with truth is that i was blind