I want to tell you, my head is filled with things to say.
When you're here,
all those words they seem to slip away.
When I get near you,
the games begin to drag me down.
It's alright,
I'll make you maybe next time around.
But if I seem to act unkind, it's only me, it's not my mind,
That is confusing things.
I want to tell you, I feel hung up and I don't know why,
I don't mind, I could wait forever,
I've got time.
Sometimes I wish I knew you well,
Then I could speak my mind and tell you,
Maybe you'd understand.