You're thinking out loud,
i'm thinking in my head.
with all the things you're saying,
there's still not enough being said.
due to the fact that i stare at you
with my cold eyes,
you trying to figure me out
and me trying to figure you,
both of our logics are running around each other,
and somehow they seem to meet.
with all these things bombarding us
and nothing seems to make sense
i still find me here wanting to sit here with you.
a secret longing to get lost in your eyes
and take me away with you
to wherever it is you may go.
but logic is here holding me back
and keeping me in this chair
as i watch you wanting me to just let go.
hang in there with me for a sec
as i try to make my logic make sense
cause when i'm here sitting by myself
i can think for miles and miles,
yet when you're here in front of me
the mind goes blank
and here is my illusion of a reality
staring at me in the face.
