10 percent is what you give, it's all I really know.
10 percent is the limit, the limit of what you'll show.
The rest consists of 9's and 0's- 90 fills the slot.
That percentage is far too big,
to understand your heart.
And in that high of limited attraction,
my heart is yours to steal.
But just as fast, it's gone, it leaves,
I wonder if it's even real.
The thing is, in that small time, nothing
feels as good.
I'm breathing, I'm awoken, I'm alive,
never felt so understood.
But I'm left sitting, confused.
How can something so real, feel so easy to lose?
Is it me or you? Can't you see the effort I try and give?
Are you afraid of the truth?
Or does this simple game we play,
not even matter to you?
That one moment that comes, it erases all worry.
So why do I have to be put through isolation,
and reinvent my doubt.
Look, your confidence, I admire. It's one of my favorite pieces of you.
Just please,
remember,
too much can swallow me too.
Drown me in an aspect I love, hidden sincerity, aloof.
I'm waiting for you.
I'm not looking to rush.
Just whisper in my ear, give me a nudge.
Tell me what you feel.
Tell me how much.
-O.R.S
10 percent is the limit, the limit of what you'll show.
The rest consists of 9's and 0's- 90 fills the slot.
That percentage is far too big,
to understand your heart.
And in that high of limited attraction,
my heart is yours to steal.
But just as fast, it's gone, it leaves,
I wonder if it's even real.
The thing is, in that small time, nothing
feels as good.
I'm breathing, I'm awoken, I'm alive,
never felt so understood.
But I'm left sitting, confused.
How can something so real, feel so easy to lose?
Is it me or you? Can't you see the effort I try and give?
Are you afraid of the truth?
Or does this simple game we play,
not even matter to you?
That one moment that comes, it erases all worry.
So why do I have to be put through isolation,
and reinvent my doubt.
Look, your confidence, I admire. It's one of my favorite pieces of you.
Just please,
remember,
too much can swallow me too.
Drown me in an aspect I love, hidden sincerity, aloof.
I'm waiting for you.
I'm not looking to rush.
Just whisper in my ear, give me a nudge.
Tell me what you feel.
Tell me how much.
-O.R.S