The first time I saw you
and those pretty eyes.
It was like looking into a waterfall
like at, at night or something.
You make my heart stop, or skip a couple beat.
Yeah those.
You make my head hurt, but your the Tylenol, yeah ok.
I've been frozen in place too long.
Been singing these same old songs.
I've been drawing all over my walls, my walls, yeah.
I've been writing in a diary.
I've been talking in therapy, about the face of this beautiful girl, and I don't even know like her name.
I met her in a subway, I was in the restaurant.
I was just trying to get a sandwich with the mustard sauce.
She was there, with her hair up and her nails done and I forgot to pay for my food, yeah.
Cuz I had never seen a face or body like that, my heart kicked out my chest it know karate like.
I reach into my pocket for my wallet might flash a couple dollars, see if she wants a baller like that.
But of course not, no. What was I expecting?
That's a chick who looks for substance in life, no second guessing.
I'm too scared to ask her anything.
Or even try to speak.
And I was running off an hour because sleep is for the weak.
So I just sat down in a booth in silence, was freaking out.
Started practicing my lines, but be quiet, no speaking out.
You best at least be copping digits my G, don't leave without.
I stood up with my sights on her table than sat back down.
So afraid, I was shaking and hardly breathing, so I gave up with a shrug and decided it's time to leave.
I swear to god, she paused for her phone, somebody's rapping, that was when I realized that hear ring tone was Atlas.
This is a true story.
And uh, no, I still didn't talk to her.
Thanks for 5k.

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