Right now...
It's hard to explain.
... to be stuck in a rut.
I'm forever to blame.
I think about hate, and
the love I endure...
I think about death, and
forever for sure.
It's complicated because
you just can't know...
How I hold back the...
inexplicable love that I show.

I hold back for the fear...
... the fear of unknown.
Although I move first,
I have shown.
Mentally waiting,
in impatient redundancy...
... it has failed me thus far,
in avidly lust fantasies.
I fucking hate the way -
- the way I want you.
The way I'm overwhelmed
with thoughts of you too.

It's hard to explain...
...for right now I am whole.
You filled in my gap,
the piece that life stole.
My fear will subside
as I am patient, you see?
I will dwell in the now...
...instead of past complexities.
The way I want you,
is partly unknown...
Unknown to the fact
of the advertant love that I've shown.