Tear drops in the journey of Loneliness

I ain’t from the class of no good,
but I’ve sure wallowed through my trails of tears
I’m just from the tribe of standing still,
With trembling hopes inside my always rising wants

I’ve got a dreamy wants and I’ve got a thirsts,
And attractions that will never be.
I’ve loved a thousand women in my head,
Who never once laid eyes on the me.

Verse 2

I imagine conversations,
The kind that start beyond “hello.”
In my mind I’m quick and funny,
Making laughter overflow.

But I never say a thing,
Never risk the awkward fall.
I study ceilings, floors, and exits,
Anything but speak at all.

Chorus

Why do I say nothing?
Fear of no? Maybe.
Fear of yes? Maybe.
Fear of what comes after maybe.

Will I stumble?
Will I freeze?
Will my words come out like silence
And I be discarded as a wallflower of invisibility

I’m so untested in the arena of love
Where the brave hearts take their shot.
Love’s not down the road for me—
It’s a distant full parking lot.

Verse 3

Am I interesting?
Well, hell, I think I am.

If I was stranded on an island,
Again
I’d still choose myself,
Again.

But I don’t know if what I’ve got
Pulls people close or drives them off.
I could be social superglue,
I could be kryptonite with a Southern drawl.

Bridge

Never wanted war or violence,
Never wanted harm or hate.
But loneliness can drill a shrill hole
Through a man who sits in a wallow of wants

Thank God for imagination,
It’s built me kingdoms in the sky.
I’ve lived a thousand different lives
Without once approaching someone with a hi

Final Chorus

So No, I’m not from the class of no good,
I’m from the class that never moves.
That Drags buckets full of wasted wants,
And thirsts that never quench

So still staring at the doorway of eyelash fantasies
Still rehearsing what I’d say.
Still carrying the lust of angst unfettered—
While my courage stays all locked away.

Outro

Maybe one day I’ll say hello.
Maybe one day I’ll risk a heart bruised
Until then I’ll write these songs
From the class that never makes a move.