These bottled nerves
Ground my thoughts in wonder if I ever will be heard
Well f*ck it all
Becomes the grandest stories with liquid courage served
Words won't come out
My mouth's always broken
As I stutter through these hurdles that occupy my tongue
I play the fool
And misconstrue these feelings I've always had for you
Like clockwork my stomach turns
Knowing that I'll relive every missed opportunity
No looking back
Regret's the heavy anchor, key to drowning in the past
I'm looking up
Fingers crossed next time all the words will come out