Too Young and Naive

Today, oh man today What about it.... Oh nothing, it was the only way I could think to kick this off My head's been roaming all over space I've been partying in the clouds and my spacious thoughts as if they were my best friends I were just trying to get to know Maybe I am I've had the same ideas stuck on repeat but fear held me back but the words refusing to make sound stopped me in my tracks yet I've recovered from my stumble yet I've recovered from my coma so here I am in my serious tone to review the words stored in storage: I don't think we could ever be I don't have a hint of faith I just have every ounce of doubt I was told to grab lemons and make lemonade but I chose to eat the lemons raw maybe why I have this sour taste She's older than me by years of 3 or is it years of 2 she craved me when I was younger was it because she thought I was older still I was off limits I was too wrapped up in Belle to remember now I've seized Belle's throne destroyed her home in me and think of her fondly once and often I can see similarities Do they still see me as a kid still too naive and young be considered a man still too young and naive to understand She's a party girl a centerpiece of a garden I could never be apart of She enjoys the club life, the nite light I just crave the warmth of stars, the cinema at night I run out of words to say when the conversation starts My mind freezes over and over and I could swear she's found someone to take my place If I didn't care I'd say he could take it and relish it but he'd be one more guy asking for the 3 letter word we all know he'll never get Am I the best choice, well no but I know what it takes to please a heart the right way care and patience but my care and patience has got me to the bottom of the list has got me waiting to the end The best for last No way, I'm the last at best And my dealings with older women I've always stood the one left alone told one thing and left standing stupid so my last lesson in this collision Well I really don't know I was hoping someone would tell me but I guess that's one of my weaknesses A challenge and waiting on someone to tell me my next move like a life-size game of chess I will never understand But how is this my conclusion I sought refuge in modern and classic poets alike I sought refuge in Artist vs. Poet & Dashboard Confessional for hours of thrice and I relaxed in good times, singing lyrics merrily so my adorable problem is at the bottom of the bottle cause she looks like a saint still curses like a sailor now this has stopped making sense so I'll pass my problems on and keep the whiskey to dump it in the sink sit on my couch and think