NOT THEM (FINALE)

I'm not them. Getting sick of the phrase? I'm sick of how much you daze - How you leave me in awe With how much you amaze. I don't say much, Not because I'm interested - But I'm scared my words Might paint a picture you never requested. I'm not them - Not as cool or calm as I should be To much is wrecked over here, Like termite-infested wood... that's me But you? You're akin to perfection. Everytime I see you, I lose all sense of direction. Words - Thoughts too - gone in a blink. It's your eyes. Stare too long and I forget how to think I'm not them I feel all this, but I never say it My silence? Doesn't mean any of it is fake - I just delay it I'm not them I care about you I always did Heck, I still do