Theoretical

If I could I'd ask you how you got the bruise between your nose and your eye Oh, if I could I'd tell you that I bought a cigarette without a lighter But I sit, legs crossed Unsaid words on my tongue Warm like a gun I can't shoot If I could pull the trigger, I would But I sit like a deer in your headlights It's theoretical So I don't want you to see me when I'm drunk at night and I can't think quite clearly Cause I don't think I could tell you Just how much I like you and how much that scares me So I sit, mouth shut Taped up tight I can't speak Wonder if you still hear me If I could pull the trigger, I would But you're here and I'm there and in theory It'll never work out So, I sit Mouth shut Unsaid words on my tongue If I could pull the trigger, I would But you're here and I'm there and In theory it'll never work out If I could pull the trigger, I would But I sit like a deer in your headlights It'll never work out