It’s 11:45 and I’m still thinking about you
I’m tired all the time, it’s because I’m nervous
Whenever I pause I slip into a never ending joy
And I shake it off, like a shock of a good kind
It makes me nervous
I walk circles around the mall
Pick up things I don’t need and put it back
I’m not really here am I?
Sometimes I see roses and I smile and then I try to repress it right away
I’m stressed and I try to go up to the pasta stand because everyone’s hungry and watching the food but I can’t eat.
I don’t know what to do with myself
I just want to know you better now