| Maybe I’m not, maybe I am ready to love again
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| There’s one way to find, that is to dive in headfirst
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| I think that I could try
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| Start on you and I
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| Maybe I could dive in headfirst
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| I could dive in like open water
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| Tell you 'bout my mom and all about my father
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| And how I once was married to a pastor’s daughter
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| I guess I could
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| I’m not accustomed to opening up
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| I’ve fallen in love before, but it wasn’t enough
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| And now I’m ashamed like it’s sin
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| 6'3″, curly blonde hair and a lot of love to give
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| And now I’m wondering
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| If being alone, being afraid of being alone
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| Makes it worth it to jump again
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| Will I just go numb again?
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| And do something dumb again?
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| Like cheat on my best friend?
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| A familiar, anxious spiral
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| I could write these words a thousand times and recite them like my Holy Bible
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| Maybe falling in love is vital
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| And if I don’t try now, I won’t be able to when I’d like to
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| Maybe I’m not, maybe I am ready to love again
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| There’s one way to find, that is to dive in headfirst
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| I think that I could dive in headfirst
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| After all the things I’ve done
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| The last time, how I fucked it up
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| Do I really want new love?
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| Do I even want new love?
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| Cause I’m tired of being alone, being afraid of being alone, forever
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| I wanna find love, but lately I’m thinking that I’m not enough
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| And whether I could dive in headfirst
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| Could call you up and talk on the phone
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| Hold your hand and travel the world
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| Read new books and write our own
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| We’d make love, create new blood, become old folks together
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| Dive in headfirst |