Tripping

There I was thinking I would never step foot towards the thought of someone new

I'd get burned in the flame when building up a fire, so I ran from the spark and the fuel

My hands locked up to not hold another

My ears shut tight to not hear the callers

But your words came through in a language that only we knew

I'm tripping on myself, landing on you

I'm not sure what I'm feeling, but I'm thinking it's true

Could it be that my eyes were wide in all the wrong places?

I'm tripping on my words, landing on luck

I'm not sure where we're heading, but it's better than what was

I thought my innocence was lost but I feel like a little kid