I get lost in your words and eyes.
The way your body helps articulate what you're saying.
Or maybe it's just whenever you say something,
you run your fingers through your hair.
I love listening, I'd much rather listen than talk.
It probably seems like I don't care.
But maybe I care too much.
I'm so lost, I forget to speak,
but trust me, there's so much I want to say.
Maybe, hopefully, I'll share it with you.
So please don't leave me.
Talk some more, I want to hear.
I'm sorry again,
for tripping over everything when we walk.
I'm just so lost...