Often, I am upset
that I cannot fall in love
But I guess this avoids the stress
of falling out of it
Are you tired of me yet?
We are a little sick right now,
but I swear
When we are ready,
We will fly us out of here
I think that this problem
roots from trust issues
Or maybe I won't settle
for infatuation
Don't want to get let down
after anticipating
Everything that could happen
And everything that won't
Everything I would imagine
Ends up getting broke
But it's all good
Because strangely we feel at home in our mess
We would rather be alone
than have to deal with all the stress
to feel anything
but love
But then again
When we are ready we will fly us out of here
But I'm not ready yet so just be patient
We're sick and think that I wanna disappear
Truthfully, I'm feeling so complacent
I think my anxieties got the best of me
Or maybe love just never was my destiny
I was lying when I said I feel at home in this
I get stressed out thinking about you knowing this.
