I am slowly sweating every drop of confidence I had this week
I can feel your slated stasis when you change the shaking in your sheets
I have never been good at confessions, here’s me living up to that
If I ever get the nerve to tell you promise me you won’t be mad

I am fighting every word that’s describing what you’re worth to me
I’m forcing them the wrong way down my throat
I strain my voice for you and you don’t listen, that’s the truth
It’s not like you would turn your head at a new note

I’ve been wandering around the fact that I like you so much I’m lost
I stopped asking directions ‘cause directions to you bare a mighty cost
Are you sick of all the songs I’ve written for you? ‘Cause I know I’d be
I’d have no reason to feel anything about them, that’s if that were me

You’ve been on my mind so much I forget other things I’m supposed to
Focus on ‘cause you’re my focal point
I’m losing sight of things that I should care about at least
I care about you, and I hope you’re not annoyed
I’m noticing a stretch in my growing, fragile flesh
If you saw it I don’t know what you would think
Would you care or would you not? I haven’t given it much thought
‘Cause I’m distracted by these little songs I sing

And I’ve given up on trying to write a bridge until I bridge the gap
Between my social awkwardness and you
You’re moving back to your hometown, I really wish you wouldn’t now
At least not before I tell you something new
It might not never come out, and that’s not to worry about
Because it isn’t like that’s really any news
But when you end up next to me, sitting in my passenger’s seat
The neon skyline shines forever over you

I am slowly sweating every drop of confidence I had this week
Today was supposed to be the day that I would tell you what you truly mean to me
But my cowardice took over now I sit here wishing I had had the guts
To tell you everything but I still don’t know if that’d even be enough