I talk to God about you
He doesn’t give me much info
He sort of just leaves me wondering if it’s real
I talk to God about you
And I still don’t know what we’re doing
Sometimes it feels real
Sometimes I feel like I’m on the outside looking in
I talk to God about you
Hoping and praying that you’re the key to unlock my hopeless heart
But he doesn’t give me much info
He just listens
And when I ask for signs
I’m sure he sends them, but I’m not good at catching them
I talk to God about you
Every day, every other day, nights when I’m in my feelings
It’d be nice if I knew where this was going
Or knew what it was
Or knew how you felt
I talk to God about you
And ask him why you’re sending mixed messages
And ask him why can’t I just say it
I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings
But I talk to God about you
And you’re still around
So I’m hoping that when I talk to God about you
He’ll tell you to hold me down