how did it come to this?
please forgive me if i act a little strange, 
for i know not what i do. 
feels like lightning running through my veins, 
everytime i look at you.
help me out here all my words are falling short,
and there's so much i want to say. 
want to tell you just how good it feels, 
when you look at me that way
-david gray, pleas forgive me