But I Wasn'T Brave Enough To Say

"nothing more than stuff that exists in ur head" The breathlessness grips me again I climb the walls for oxygen I climb to inhale, to escape the flood A wave of things that do me no good and passing me by are the things I believed were tangible moments that I had perceived floating away, and all that is left nothing more than stuff that exists in my head "does it really matter who feels what? not like it can possibly lead to anything is it?" Afraid to find out but dying to know if a heart does beat behind your bones Invading my thoughts the moment I lay and back with a vengence as night becomes day I agree it's hopeless still that doesn't change The can't-be-without-you-ness remains Focus on what we can be, not cannot So, yes, It does really matter who feels what