Static

Standard

When I think of you
Standing next to me
When I think of what we could be
I am frozen, static

When I think of time
And circumstance
And Distance
I am frozen, static

When I think of what we could be
There’s this longing inside of me
And when I feel those butterflies
I’m jolted out of my seat

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