Please Text Me

I have this tendency of talking too much
People probably would like me more
If I could just learn to keep my mouth shut
Here's my trauma and what happened today
My hands are stained from painting all day
I just wanted to talk to you... I'm sorry
I make everything so fucking awkward  
I keep thinking about the way your lips felt
And I gotta get it out of my mind that I fucked up
I just keep fucking things up with you
I fight with myself on how often I should text you
We're on lock down, of course, you'd text me if you wanted to
I always overthink things, always working the dust in my oyster mind
Tell me if you regret it, just tell me we're still friends
Tell me that night was a mistake, please stop ignoring it
I've been put on pause by life and I have so many choices to make  
The biggest one is... what do I feel about you?
I have no fucking clue what I'm feeling about anyone
We used to text all the time and then we kissed and now
It's like waltzing on broken glass and I can't be like
"Want to meet up?" so I can see those stupid eyes
And watch your face and mouth for lies
You say we're fine but you know how anxious I get
I wish you didnt ignore it. We kissed damn it  
We're friends damn it... I feel like fucking Harry  from
When Harry met Sally, what a dumb movie
I've lost my friend... over a kiss... and I miss you...
I just wish you'd text back.  
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry