The Couch
(11.24.21)

It's hard to look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall
I can't shake this feeling out, and I'm kinda hoping you don't care at all
It's hard to be touched by you without my whole face looking like my favorite shirt
I can't shake this color out, and I don't know if that's better or worse

You look at me but say nothing
Keep looking down and I can't breathe
Not close enough, when you speak
Can you feel my heart skip beats?

It's hard to think of you without wanting to find a cliff and fall
I can't shake this feeling out, I scold myself for you being there at all
It's hard to touch you without my whole body looking like my favorite shirt
I can't shake this color out, and I can't tell if it's becoming worse

You look at me but say nothing
I look down and I can't breathe
Not close enough, when you speak
Can you feel my heart skip beats?

You look at me but say nothing
We look down, oh, can you breathe?
Not close enough, when we speak
Want to feel your heart on me

It's unlikely I can look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall
I can't shake this feeling out; do you even care at all?