Parabelle

I'm kinda open to what you want
A penny fortune for your thoughts
or whatever else you'll whisper in my ear
I call you up to be so heard
I was allowed to be absurd
you were the last and best of all I had, I swear
I kinda like you in my soul
I kinda like you for my selfish ways
I kinda wonder what makes you tick inside
A blurry vision of what you want
A thousand words rush through my thoughts
but only one will make the light dim like it does
I know it can't be right
by the darkest side of your sound
too old to feel this way, too young to get away
I kinda like you in my soul