Thoughts of you
I'm consumed
Lust or love
I'm confused
More of you
I'll decide
Then wait until
You arrive
I'll drown in my fantasies
Then wake to reality
That i can't have you
Or that i can
But i don't want to
I'll shoot my shot
But i threw the bullets away
I don't want to shoot
and keep missing
Ain't a sharp shooter
I'm lost
I've casted lots
Should i, should i not
Maybe, maybe not
In the clouds of assumption
I'll keep doing my calculations
And like a pin drop in the ocean
I'll be gone forever
Wrapped in cellophane