Passing Thought

I started learning piano Just so I could write songs about you Little did I know They would all come out blue I tried playing guitar Just so I could feel you through the strings Turns out you never felt so far I've haven't picked it up since I don't want you I crave you I fucking need you Your face is at the forefront Your name grips onto my tongue But I'm too scared to ask If I'm buried at the back I don't want you I crave you I fucking need you Your face is at the forefront Your name grips onto my tongue But I'm too scared to ask If I'm buried at the back Or just a passing thought Just a passing thought I started writing a journal To scar the page with things I'll never say Tired of going round in circles Wish I could just breathe and just take aim Thank god I'm not immortal Who knows how many times my heart would break I don't want you I crave you I fucking need you Your face is at the forefront Your name grips onto my tongue But I'm too scared to ask If Im buried at the back I don't want you I crave you I fucking need you Your face is at the forefront Your name grips onto my tongue But I'm too scared to ask If I'm buried at the back Or just a passing thought Just a passing thought