What I’m Used To

If we sang in a choir together
I would probably fall in love
With the sound that our voices made
Together, floating above


I would watch as your mouth opened
And your lips moved
In that funny way they do
I could be close to you


I feel so silly when you won't talk to me
And all I got is this great big crush
I get so stupid around you
And it ain't what I'm used to
Maybe I been thinking about you
A little too much


I fear this here fall coming on
I feel the shirt on my shoulders
Stay for days
I don't want to feel this blanket
Settle on my skin alone
I don't want to call this place home.


(Here would be my hymn)

If you were to think of me
A beautiful thing to be reckoned with constantly
Strapped to the pew
Trapped at low volume
So close to you