Still Finding Out How I Feel

If I actually knew how I was feeling, I would have told you, yeah, but I was still trying to figure out how I was feeling.

Until this becomes any more than our feelings laid out on the floor.

You won't see me the same again.

Why do you think it's easier to pretend?

Until this becomes any more than a feeling that walked out the door.

Is it wise to keep it all detained for it to come back and haunt us in the end?

Until you think you've made your choice to stay away from the noise.

You say in my mind it all I do.

What will be, I'll leave that up to you.

But until this becomes any more than our feelings laid out on the floor.