no, i just wanna hold ya.

i really wanna tell you what you mean to me
instead of holding my breath for the spaces between

when the words come too easily
wanna tell you that i love you before i get the chance to speak

this is not what i wanted to hear
that i missed out on my chance when you were near

and that timing has a way of instilling fear
when butterflies bore homes in people who care

i just need to know youre really there
before my mouth gets to really share

these things that my heart can attest to
what my head doesnt wanna confess to

when my heart beats feel like angel wings
fluttering in my body, trying to break free

but im sorry for the things i cant be
like someone who can love you properly

and that i hold onto these damaging things
like tan lines replacing golden rings

didnt know who your heart could be
when it goes against what you really need