Heart Beat
Had a crush on this girl...four years and counting.
Can't get my words to say what I want to say
So I hide behind doors hoping she doesn't hear my heart
Beating louder than an African drum set.
I think about opening the door,
Letting her into my life...I think twice
And in a second she disappeared from my life, but I still remember her smile.
If I could repeat high school...I would
But only because our conversations lasted about thirty seconds...
I want to extend that.
This past Winter I was paralyzed and realized
Life doesn't give a damn about your plans.
An education?
Throw that out the window.
My heart beats when I put ink on a page
But my life story repeats itself over and over and over and...
They say good things come in three.
The first time I saw you... I thought you were all right.
We didn't speak, hell, you were the one who actually remembered the interaction.
The second time
I couldn't even remember your name... partly due to the angels singing in my head.
The third time was weird
But special.
Winter has a funny way of bringing people together...
We stood there
Waiting
Making conversation
As my heart kept skipping beats.
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