I always thought it would be an easy yes - a sure answer I'll pronounce in a heartbeat
I always thought I wouldn't doubt it anymore
I'm not ready.
Call me impatient - but I can't think straight and I don't want to wait 2 more weeks
Call me an addict - but you're my personal brand of heroin, and I don't want to stop inhaling you in
I'm not ready.
I heard it all from faceless voices
How it hurts it's amazing it's nice it's the best
How it was fun it's profound until they broke apart
I'm not ready.
I can't face the fact that there will always be a chance i'll face the same situation
I can't wait to get rid of this, this harness of innocence
I'm too ready.
I spent each waking day reading and watching and listening and analyzing
I spent each breath researching and looking up things and finding
I'm too ready
In my head, different scenarios run around resulting in 1-2 possible outcomes
In my absence of busyness, the impossible becomes daydreams
I'm too ready
I speak and compose sentences and write poems and write comebacks
All leading towards the same unconscious goal - to sound not as inexperienced as i actually am
I'm not ready
To live life with no regrets
Not when i know the possibility is endless
Now until i know the possibility is endless - but limited to love.