I have this funny feeling, something won't stop trickling in and out of my heart and mind.
It's a story I go back to from time to time.
"It begins with me and ends with you.
I told myself to hold my breath, it never seemed right.
But I couldn't stop myself, because the dangerous feelings I had were all so new.
So I let myself go, but heard a whisper that said hold on tight."
I thought I knew what I was doing, what I was feeling.
I thought you knew too.
But while I did the falling, you did the stealing, and you never cared from the beginning.
You never knew what you were doing to me, and that's where I went wrong.
It's funny how I thought I could stay strong, but when it came to this I only felt lost.
Because these wonderful feelings were just so wrong.
"It began with me and ended with you.
I didn't hold my breath even though it didn't seem right.
I didn't stop myself from the feelings that were new.
I let myself go and ignored the whisper that told me to hold on tight."
It's a story I can easily tell, because I remember it all so well.
You taught me to listen to that whisper that told me to never let go.