Breathless - March 21, 2011

Sittin here lonely on a Friday night,
Just trying to think of something to write.
I’m losing my mind and I can’t think at all,
You’re avoiding eye contact, you’re trying to stall.

CHORUS:
Quit messing around, this is an art,
A form of creativity and it comes from my heart.
I can’t stand feeling helpless,
Feeling so restless,
With you messing around.
And now, I’m feeling breathless.

Jumping up off my chair,
Throwing my hands in the air.
My brain sparked this evening,
The idea was kind of pleasing.
But with you distracting me,
I’ve lost my sympathy .
For the words in my head,
Are now better off dead.

[CHORUS]

Why can’t I think of anything new?
Why can’t there be words in front of me,
Up in the sky when it’s blue…?
I’m thinking my way through a blocking train,
It’s holding me back from writing anything good.
I know I have,
I know I could,
But when you’re messing around
It’s hard to see
Anything that could be…

[CHORUS]

The words in my head,
Are better off dead.
I hate feeling helpless,
Feeling so restless,
But now because of you,
I’m feeling breathless.

-Breanna Hagenbuch