Too close, and I feel it’s time to change stances from hello to I’ll see you after a while.
It’s the I.N.F.J in me, reflection.
Constantly asking if I am moving wisely.
People who I’ve thought about, are too heavy tonight.
Spoken too much, been too loud, possibly too proud.
All I counted on mistakenly measured, imbalanced calculations.
Instantly I don’t want to be wanted anymore.