They write symphonies between smiles
And subtle serenades behind stares.
They pull the strings of my heart
And tie them around my ankles
To puppet every step I take toward you.
I don’t think I am in control of this,
I am already running miles in my head
Trying to catch up with my racing thoughts of you.
I am stuttering and stammering,
Tripping on my own words,
My tongue is as clumsy as my feet
Because I fell in love
On the first two steps walking toward you.
I have written love stories
That start with hello
And end with I love you,
But I can never remember my lines
Between those points.
I want to call myself a hopeless romantic
But I can’t stutter out the romance
So I guess I’m just hopeless.
And subtle serenades behind stares.
They pull the strings of my heart
And tie them around my ankles
To puppet every step I take toward you.
I don’t think I am in control of this,
I am already running miles in my head
Trying to catch up with my racing thoughts of you.
I am stuttering and stammering,
Tripping on my own words,
My tongue is as clumsy as my feet
Because I fell in love
On the first two steps walking toward you.
I have written love stories
That start with hello
And end with I love you,
But I can never remember my lines
Between those points.
I want to call myself a hopeless romantic
But I can’t stutter out the romance
So I guess I’m just hopeless.
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