My mind is racing, pacing back and forth for the four-hundredth time
While I'm sitting in silence
Sitting and writing about a thousand lines about her
How do I get cover
On every single topic on Your body
And Your mind
And Your soul
Don't You know
You control
Every motor with You motive
In my bones
Word, my oh
Pen arms are waiting for You
But a lone-ly obsession leads to depression that leads to rejection
So I'll let it go
While I let You grow