Oh I don't have metaphors to describe your eyes
Oh I don't have similes to say what you mean to me
I am not the one who can put you into a box
and tell you what you are
but you emit the energy that makes me really really really
walking in circles
checking myself
am I me or am I just somebody else?
Is this temporary?
It's hit me so hard
It was so slow then all at once
If I write a song and title it, "my pain"
would that make me any more artistic or just vain?
I am sorry that I am so honest sometimes
I've tried and I've tried to hide
And I am so weird
and hung up on things that
things that strange like me
and the sunset
and it takes just five seconds to change
if I wonder if you feel that way
and life is just so fast
and so long
and so short all in one
I can't go outside without wondering if you've seen these clouds today
But I guess I need to tone down my honesty
Ouch my ego is burnt
my arms are bent
in praying position
sitting in the lotus one too
I'm thinking about the stars and what they mean to me
tell me what they mean to you
your mind is so vast
it's a computer
but it can't compact the feelings that you ignore
I'm sorry I'm so honest
When you say it doesn't matter
are you being objective?
My feelings are still in the golf ball hole
I'm sorry that I'm so confused
It's just that I don't have metaphors for you

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