There's mystery in months to come
It's still snowing, but I find myself sitting close to the window to feel the sun
Tension in things I cannot see
It seems these days I'm stuck between who I am now, and who I'm supposed to be
And I'm not ready, but I'm ready
I'm not ready, not ready for you
I'm not ready, but I'm ready
I am ready, ready for you
Heats on high, windows are down
I am comfortable though it's freezing out
You don't complain, you just love being here
My feelings
They grew rapidly
And I act upon them gradually
It's evident as I casually stare
And I'm not ready, but I'm ready
I'm not ready, not ready for you
I'm not ready, but I'm ready
I am ready, ready for you
It's not ready
But it's on its way
And we're not there yet
But we're on our way
There's mystery in months to come
It's still snowing, but I find myself sitting close to the window to feel the sun