My pulse stops, and 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, I 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 dunno, 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.

But 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, well 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.