Jump Then Fall

I like the way you sound in the morning
We're on the phone and without a warning
I realise your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard

It's hard to imagine, for those who haven't been there, these feelings and how they affect every single little detail of your life.

I am infatuated, and my heart pounds, and I can hear the blood rushing in my ears. I fumble for things to say when I'm around him, and when I'm not-- the words keep rushing out. Everyone around me is tired of hearing about him--

But it's not really him I'm talking about. It's me- my soft, fluffy feelings, my hurt, my thoughts and tiny, trembly hopes- all spilt out of my mouth and into the air, making vague cottony shapes that clog up everyone's ear-holes(not him again, they groan) and they don't realise it's the most selfish I've been in forever(or at least, since the last one).

I like the way I can't keep my focus
I watch you talk but you didn't notice
I hear the words but all I can think is
We should be together

Infatuation is a selfish interaction. You always think you're giving more than you get, but what you offer isn't really worth much, is it? Sure, you run around doing favours, but for the more selfish among us--yours truly included--they're followed by this vague resentment that would never occur if you really, genuinely wanted to help. It puts a bite into every word and every gesture, lends a new bitterness to every memory.

Cause every time you smile, I smile
And every time you shine, I'll shine for you

Don't put yourself out for her if she doesn't and/or won't feel the same, I scold. In the back of my mind, a sinking feeling tells me that I'd do the same in his shoes. So I give him a wry smile, pat him gently on the back, and agree that it's a shitty feeling.

Woah, I'm feeling you baby
Don't be afraid to jump then fall
Jump then fall into me
Be there, I'm never gonna leave you
Say that you wanna be with me too
Cause Imma stay through it all so jump then fall