Inarticulate

If I knew every metaphor
I could tell you how I feel with the ease of example
'Cause I know you like it when I know what I mean
And I don't get all messed up in trying to explain
The complexities of my love

I sit patiently alone and wait
For your contact verbal or physical
And just when you're ready I'm about to give up
And blame the world for the worst
The complexities of my love