Weak in the knees, you don't feel a thing.
I'm the one who ends up falling.
You notice my eyes light up everytime they land on you.
(i'm like christmas lights. you can be electricity.)
And you couldn't crack this smile with an 80 pound cinderblock.
You make me stutter.
I can hold my breath. I just can't seem to catch it.
It confuses me.
How come I feel everything and you're stuck at level zero .
We're in the same car- i'm going 90 and you're going backwards.
Fields on a monotonous drive fly by.
You don't talk anymore.
You're never in the mood to see my pearly whites.
(which aren't so white anymore.)
Everything about "us" is smashed.