la vie est belle

I want to tell you my head is filled with things to say when you're here all those words, they seem to slip away when I get near you, the games begin to drag me down it's all right I'll make you maybe next time around. But if I seem to act unkind

It's only me, it's not my mind that is confusing things. I want to tell you I feel hung up but I don't know why, I don't mind I could wait forever, I've got time Sometimes I wish I knew you well, Then I could speak my mind and tell you Maybe you'd understand.