Half Empty

If you have doubts, honey, keep them to yourself
If you have doubts, honey, put them on the shelf
When I fly to California
Will you meet me up in the air?

I've got a bad way of turning things into what they're not
And into your arms I'm falling anytime I want
Even when I try to forget with all I've got
You still dance around my every little thought

I'm not afraid of being the one to get caught
I'm not afraid of letting all my insides rot
I'm not afraid of every little lie I bought
I'm terrified of all this happiness and warmth inside my heart

If you have doubts, honey, keep them to yourself
If you have doubts, honey, put them on the shelf
When I fly to California
Will you meet me up in the air?
Will you wear flowers in your hair?
Will you meet me up in the air?