112%

I feel like I’m writing out a thinkpiece
In my drafts to talk to you
Not again, oh no
I got an overthinking mind
And an overracing heart
'Cause I’m 112% certain
I’m in love

Overcommit my heart to you
Disappoint myself again, oh no
Will it ever feel alright
To unveil my bandaged eyes?
I can’t afford another gaze
If it isn’t the truest love

Can you make this easier for me?
You’re driving me up the walls in the best possible way
And I hate that you’ll prolly never ever know it
'Cause I’m terrified to show that you’re on my buckеt list

I’m gonna give myself a break
Gonna look thе other way
When my hands begin to inevitably shake
With the fear of where I know I am
Too close for comfort, too incapable of
Sticking to the plan