close call

I wonder if you know how much I am thinking of you
It feels a lot like a real close call
A head on collision waiting to happen
A mess and a mop... ready to take a dance... across the floor
Polluted with blood and jealousy, insecurities and "unsurities."
...despite what you tell me

Character is only what we wish it to be, and where we wish to be
and who we wish to be... and what we wish to see

And do I see you? And do you see me?
And what am I thinking? What was I thinking?
Actions get called into question... all of the time
Self critical ... self criticism
It feels a lot like a real close call
A head on collision waiting to happen

I am waiting to finally...
collide into you...