This should count as Monday night...

That's why you're so good for everyone else, but you're trouble for me.

It's just something that is on my mind...

Sometimes even when you think you know what you want, it still doesn't make sense. Sometime even after so much times goes by, you still can't make up your mind. Is it really that, or is what I want so much harder to say out loud? Does it become truer after I say it rather than think it? You keep holding on to something that you know is not yours, maybe not now, maybe not yet.. But who will know? How will time tell, because it still hasn't told me what I want to hear.. Time has its way with me. And it seems like it always will.