I over-think everything!
From how long it takes you to text back, to the song you like, to the things you do.
It worries me how much I like you,
It worries me that you don’t like me as much as I like you.
I’m losing my appetite and losing sleep.
I stay up all night thinking of perfect scenarios. And try to scrutinise every dip and curve of our good, not-so-good, bad, really bad kind of conversations.
You make me happier than I ever thought I could be,
And I’m also scared that I ever thought I could be.
Coudn’t you make it more chaotic, more bewildering?
Or Could you just hold my hand and tell me that everything is forever?
And be mine.?
And stop… being confused!