now i can see your pain, i'm sorry

If I ask about it, you will probably explain it to me much better in person. but when i read it, my mind warps it into some kind of analytical trap. aren't i worth staying here for? I feel that you want me to stay. I see it when you look at me, but your words tell me something else. It's strange because most of the people that I've really loved have been all talk. but you're all action. Since the day you got back, squeezed me and lingered at my door, I knew what you meant. but when you wrote it all out, I became confused. when you told me what kind of glue your mind was in. what kind of a bind. a bind you want to run from. cross borders and break hearts for. all those things you're feeling? I feel them too.