Excuse the nervousness in my voice or the restlessness in my poise this is something I’m not accustomed to something I’m not trained to do for once I’m at a loss for words something that hasn't happened before usually the pen moves along the contours that let my words soar or when I type the words come out just right Just like perfect balance follows the right design I know you won’t like a blabbering fool it was the usual case back at school so its ok if you just walk on by this wouldn't be the first time its ok that you didn't know my name or that we'll never be the same just do me a favor and savor your words let them grow in your mind and give that feeling sometime you'll come around safe and sound trying to find common ground So I'll be waiting with a nervous excuse or some paper bag that I'll have to use to hyperventilate cause I wouldn't know what to say so please excuse my heart for what it has said these words are not my own but I do feel them and they don't leave me alone with closed eyes and an open heart I know you won’t be too far...
