My pulse stops, but my heart is pounding, all at once Paradox, like the next statement that I say is false: “That was true.” See what I mean? What’s a guy supposed to think? My tongue is twisted, brain is teased, I’m riddled with anxiety I can’t explain it, maybe it’s a chemical reaction Believe me, I wish that I could tell you how and why this happens But I feel it in my throat, feel it in my stomach I’m shaking, head to toe, my body cannot even function So that takes us all the way back to that earlier question: I’m paralyzed, but my heart is beating faster every second, why? Maybe I’m over-thinking, I overanalyze I’m over you, I tell myself, but can’t get you out of my mind Out of my mind, I’m out of my mind Maybe that’s the diagnosis, and insanity has me blind I pinch myself, but I’m still awake Or still asleep? I don't know, cuts to black when the top shakes 
I need to slow down, pull myself together If only I’d socialize, vocalize a little better Wish I’d say what’s on my mind, instead of acting like I’m shy Introverted, conservative, dwell on how my thoughts are worded And I try my best to tell myself to let you go But you highjack my sub-conscience when my head hits the pillow Invading my every thought, invading every dream And I wake up wondering if anything is as it seems So I reach across the comforter and grab my phone No new notifications, I’ve got nowhere to go It’s probably for the best that I stay in bed Rather than risk the opportunity to lose my head Even if I got a text, “Can you come out and play?” I doubt I’d leave the house even if I miss your face It’s hard to explain these mind games that I play But if you really want an answer, here’s what I got to say: The truth is, I get nervous when I’m around you Excuses, excuses are all I’ve got to feed into your brain Trust me, when I say it’s not you, it’s me to blame The proof is in the way that my obsessive mind Refuses, refuses to let me find the courage to call out your name Yeah, my anxiety is telling me to stay awake It was love at first peripheral glance Made me feel just like I did back at a middle school dance We were walking up the stairs, and I couldn’t help but stare From the corner of my eye, hypnotized, in a trance Now every time you favorite one of my tweets I can feel my paradoxical heart skip a beat Wish I could reach through the screen, and tell you how much it means When you show this introvert the attention that he needs