can't i let my mouth do the listening?

i told myself to stop with the one night stands. for good.
& there i go again just breaking promises.

with you. it's a different story. why? is always a question. i know they say, guys are guys but why do i get the feeling you're at least a little bit interested. a little bit intrigued.

this isn't just using each other for sex. there's a connection there. a spark. something. i don't know what it is. i know i shouldn't allow myself to grow attached but sometimes you can't help how you feel, you really can't.

i've made a mess of me.

i can tell your intelligent, i feel like you put up an image around people, as if you're that guy who "gets all the girls" who really has it all but i know its all lies. and i know it's the strangest thing since we're quite opposite. you're all American Eagle Outfitters and well, i have "artist" written all over me. so how does this work? how do we form an establishment? should we even put a "label" on it? on us? because if nothing happens, i'll be okay with that. i'll be okay with letting go. and then i can say wide awake, my mistake, so predictable, you were fake, i was great, nothing personal.

but all i want to do is just talk, know your story. maybe even tell you mine. conversation. and then get sensual. just being held. spooning. that's it.

i don't know what i want, i don't know what i need. except to release this so-called "sexual frustration." maybe all i know is that part of me wants you, an entire weekend and maybe then i'll get my gratification. maybe then i'll be okay.

I never really ever know what to say
when all of my emotions get in the way
I'm just trying to get us on the same page
I always get a fight in it afterwards
when all of my precautions are said and heard
How come I can never get to the right words?
I need to convey
Wish I could explain

Can't I let the trees do the talking?
Can't I let the ground do the walking?
Can't I let the sky fill what's missing?
And can't I let my mouth do the listening?