As I nervously fumble around stupid words,

I can't help but think that there's something there.

I reflect on what I just said, what does it really mean?

I can't even decipher myself sometimes, even if the message is plain.

Or maybe I just don't want to understand its vast confusion and I enjoy remaining content.

I look to the stars, maybe there is some merit to what they say about libras.

Vain, flirtatious, indecisive.

Indecisive. Indecisive. Indecisive.