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These feelings I can hardly contain

Almost taking my being over

Sometimes as tough as hiking to Maine

I wish sometimes to be Grover

It wouldn't matter then

If I hugged you every two seconds

And then it wouldn't matter when

I'd hang with you, as friends.



My head is trying so hard

To make sense of what my heart is saying

All I feel like is cardboard

My certainty in the future is decaying.



Any of the decisions I've made yet

Have not come to a resolution

They hang on the line still wet

Waiting for the drying evolution

I can't figure out if I'm doing it right

Although I'm trying with all my might

Am I sending the signals all right?

Or do you see my screws as just not tight?



I'm making myself so confused

I can't figure out how I'm supposed to feel

My being is with you infused

Sometimes I feel in my head, my heel

I don't know how to deal with this

Everything's so mixed up

I don't know how or for what to wish

I feel like a newborn pup.



The feeling I joke about openly

Everyday no matter what's said

Denying it if not said jokingly

Denying it with words that are dead

Quickly joking when I've said too much

Denying myself and you at every turn

I feel like at any moment I'll mess up this double dutch

Every night leads me to yearn.



This confusion is so intense

I might be charged with incompetence

Am I doing this right at all?

Will you answer me if I call?



I don't know anymore, I'm so confused...