Simple situations
Overlook the destinations
Can’t describe the deep sensation
Border lining sweet temptation
Daydreams obscure my thought process
But there’s still no forward progress
Don’t involve yourself in this mess
Dating games are just so senseless
As my stomach floats away
She turns and looks the other way
Never met this girl before
My technique is far too poor
That chair, left open for a reason
On my heart, it’s open season
‘Cuz my mind portrays it treason
To change feelings without reason
Undeveloped, Unrefined
I force myself to change my heart, my mind
She’s probably older, more refined
Think I’m losing half my mind
Time to stop this Lamentation.