Why is it that the things I need most to tell you
And the things I really want you to know
I cannot find the proper words for
Or have to ability to show?
Why is it that when you are miles and hours from me
Suddenly the perfect words evolve
In striking, startling clarity
As our divergences dissolve?
Why is it that when we stand face to face
My mind draws a gaping void
As all the perfect words erase
And good intentions are destroyed?
Why is it so easy to do the right thing
When you are too far away
But when you’re standing next to me
I don’t know what to say?
Do you ever feel like this?