[Verse 1]
When we stopped, I didn't have a chance
To say a single word and I had no confidence
No guts inside of me telling me to say more than “Hey, what's up?”
Looking at me, I'm looking behind me
I'm wondering what it could be, it's hiding behind me
The discarded old thing, the girl for which I used to sing songs

[Verse 2]
I should stop looking at my feet
And start looking in front of me, looking where the God saw me
I wonder if we'll ever be
More than just my clouded dream where you're standing next to me
Do you want me at all?
'Cause if you don't, that's all right, but it sure as hell would be nice
To be a little closer to you