I'm not distracted.
I've been waiting for you to catch up to me: my thoughts, my mind, the way I speak.
Maybe you're slow, maybe I'm fast, maybe a little bit of both.
Maybe you keep your distance - itching, scratching, to get away.
Eternally chasing, running, trying to find a balance.
Elation can't capture how you make me feel.
How can you distract me if you're always on my mind?
I've been waiting for you to catch up to me: my thoughts, my mind, the way I speak.
Maybe you're slow, maybe I'm fast, maybe a little bit of both.
Maybe you keep your distance - itching, scratching, to get away.
Eternally chasing, running, trying to find a balance.
Elation can't capture how you make me feel.
How can you distract me if you're always on my mind?