Decisions
This conversation's got my mind racing, curious as to how things'll end up
Do I go back home? will you come out here? What's going on with this, my dear friend
Wrestling with God, trying to get the full frame of the picture
But that's not how all this works, I understand, I can't make those decisions, no
But if I could, I'd make just one, I'd choose you
Spilling all these words, line for line, time after time, we talk the same way
But still I'm scared, you see I'm flustered, just trying to muster up the courage to say
the words you know were on my heart, you've seen right through me since the very start
Oh babe, still I try to hide, safe behind this silence but my face, it reveals the whole thing
Still, still I try, still I try to hide
Writing all these words on a paper with lines, some call them letters, I just call them speaking my mind
How long do I have to wait, try to be patient, end up just counting the days, till I'm back just hanging with you
Minutes turn to hours and the hours to days, how many weeks till I get to see your face
As of right now it's only a few, it's only a few, it's only a few
This conversation's got my mind racing, curious as to how things will end up
Do I go back home? will you come out here? What's going on with this, my dear friend
Wrestling with God, trying to get the full frame of the picture
But that's not how all this works, I understand, I can't make those decisions, no
But if I could, I'd make just one, I'd choose you
Spilling all these words, line for line, time after time, we talk the same way
But still I'm scared, you see I'm flustered, just trying to muster up the courage to say
the words you know were on my heart, you've seen right through me since the very start
Oh babe, still I try to hide, safe behind this silence but my face, it reveals the whole thing
Still, still I try, still I try to hide
Writing all these words on a paper with lines, some call them letters, I just call them speaking my mind
How long do I have to wait, try to be patient, end up just counting the days, till I'm back just hanging with you
Minutes turn to hours and the hours to days, how many weeks till I get to see your face
As of right now it's only a few, it's only a few, it's only a few
This conversation's got my mind racing, curious as to how things will end up
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Writer(s): Derrick Porter
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