(Hook)
As my phone clicks on and off
My mind drifts thoughts evolve
Into scripts and monologues
Between me and you
It was two days ago when you let me know
That our two paths were meant to be one road
So from my hands you gr¬abbed my phone and in goes the number to your home
You looked up and smiled and said let me know
When you find a place you want to go
But can’t escape feeling insecure
Does she still want me to call man I can’t be sure
For two days I’ve done nothing but wait
Building puzzles, pieces on the plate
Waiting for that call to put em in place
Thoughts troubled travel full throttle
But keep it subtle he needs to hustle
What if he’s found another
Will he even bother?
(Hook)
As my phone clicks on and off
My mind drifts thoughts evolve
Into scripts and monologues
Between me and you
Sitting in the dark listening to music
Environment where thoughts become lucid
The quietest but conscious constant usage
This quadrant apartment is way too polluted
I’ve got to get out of here maybe go to the pier
To take in some fresh air and remind me that there
A moment so rare took place I need to go back to the waves
I’ve been surfing for too long; being dragged under
Reach the surface fill my lungs; erase the wonder
Getting urges just to call; I learned your number
Patience suffers, anxious mutters, under the covers,
I need to get out, ima head to the beach step on sand feel the breeze
Turn my brain activity down
(Hook)
As my phone clicks on and off
My mind drifts thoughts evolve
Into scripts and monologues
Between me and you