I sit in confusion,
because I don’t know how to bridge the gap between “now” and “when.”
I’ve always liked “now,”
‘Cause I’m not so good at waiting
for flowers to arrive at my doorstep.
I would be lying if I said that sometimes,
I don’t dream about skipping time,
‘Cause my twisted mind wants you all grown up,
but my twisted heart keeps loving on you anyway.