You think?
You think I’ll write a song one day?
You think I’ll ever send that "hey”?
You think I’ll ever go a day without pretending I’m, okay?
You think I’ll ever truly smile?
You think I’ll ever not hit dial?
You think I’ll run out of style and get drafted like a file?
You think I’ll ever stand as tall?
You think I’ll ever close the call?
You think I’ll ever stop to fall and keep going, or not at all?
You think I’ll ever be awake?
You think I’ll ever mend the break?
You think I’ll ever not give, take. Collecting their hearts like a rake?
I think that I’ll never do
I think that I'm painted blue
I think that you think that too
I think that I can't let go