So what if I sat in the waiting room
I’d gladly tip my hat, to the closest person
but there was no one around to take my number.
I was wringing my hands, in anticipation
Oh, what I can’t stand, is my agitation,
trepidation at at the plastic seats that snake around.
but don’t panic, I can’t stand it, can’t make a sound.So what if I stood, in the conversation,
I think that I could, be quite engaging,
Your faces turn to stone and I turn away to face myself alone.
I thought that there was, a bit of a tension,
But all that I found was that it was my own invention.
You turned your face away and you turned me down,
I can’t remember it happening, my mind is bound.Why is it fear that holds me back,
Not the water that lies beneath,
I can’t find the strength to me go,
Ah, ah, okay, jump!Jump,
Jump,
Jump, even though it might be wrong.I always will have, some lamentations
and I always will, raise expectations,
but you will despise more if you didn’t try.
I thought there was, a bit of tension,
But all that I found was that it was my own invention,
but if I didn’t lean in she would never have known my intention,
sorry is better to be than in a lifetime of wondering.Jump,
Jump,
Jump, even though it might be wrong.You can hold your breath,
you can close your eyes.Jump,
Jump,
Jump, even though it might be wrong.
This song is about facing self doubt of all kinds. I wrote it because I was spending time suffering because I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Of course self doubt comes up in all sorts of small areas, and if you can change the small things, it makes a big difference. This song helped me face my insecurities and doubts, something I have far too many of, and well, when it says ‘even though it might be wrong’, yeah, it was wrong. But you know, I’m not sitting here writing about I didn’t do it and how it’s still eating me up on the inside.
I wrote some lines with the expectation of what I thought would happen, and maybe I overthought it so much that I brilliantly estimated it:
I thought there was, a bit of tension,
But all that I found was that it was my own invention,
but if I didn’t lean in she would never have known my intention,
sorry is better to be than in a lifetime of wondering.
I like how I summed it up. Better to be sorry than safe.
I didn’t find the girl this time, but I will if I keep at it.
