I’m checking my phone more times than I’d like to admit.
Just a silly crush but I know that’s not it.
And I have somebody at home all the same.
But lately I think of a different name.
Colliding
I’ve met a million faces, each one sure they’re pretty as hell.
I’ve heard a million voices, each one with a story to tell.
We sit there raising our glasses, pretending to see it as something so true.
Why do I feel scared to feel alive?
If a picture says a thousand words
Then you just wrote the book entirely
Frame freeze.
And in that moment I am back again
And the lights are in my eyes but still I see