Snippet

Fear of getting into it

though I can’t admit to it

but all of the supposed to be’s

are completely lost on me

intentions can’t substitute

Need

It’s just those eyes

get me every time

lead me by the hand

out of my mind

maybe I’m not cut out for it

sure It’ll be ok

it’s just my cagey nature

rubs me that way

I’ll whisper the script

you recall your youth

it’s just those eyes

make me want to lie

so much that I forget

to stay inside the lines

pressed close to my chest

cards faced out

not playing my best

still, let’s pretend

you can’t read my hand