Teksty: Digger. Trainwreck. Shoelaces.

I'm driving myself out of my mind. Cold feet in these old shoes that I can't throw out. I think about it too hard. Some way, somehow, I know I have to figure it out. I always wonder what you're thinking when you look at me that way. I hope it's the same thing I feel, but I won't know till you say the words I've been waiting for. If you leave it to me they won't be said 'cause I can't seem to catch my breath, heart in my throat, I am left staring at my shoes. I'm all tied up in knots I think that I should tell yo. Standing on a block of ice, looking at you is making me sweat. If I don't get this out I'll toss and turn sleepless nights