after 1 date in addressing the public

i have no patience and i have no cool
i thought i’d be a sinner before i’d be a fool
but there’s something dreamy in being so blatant
so clear in our hopes and sincere in our statements

because the truth is i’m ready
and i think you are too
to be honest i think i’ve been waiting for you

because i want to want you
to the point that i’m weak
i want to listen for once more than speak

i want to surrender entirely willingly
and i’d take it slow if i had the ability
but i have no patience and i have no chill
and i think i could love you, and i hope that i will