The Risk

I’m not proud
Guess I’m just scared of you shooting it down
You can just talk, and I’ll stare at your mouth
It could be bad, but I wanna find out

And I wake up
In the middle of the night
With the light on
And I feel like I could die
‘Cause you’re not here
And it don’t feel right
‘Cause you’re not here

Listened to Gracie Abrams again the other day. I am thinking about that risk. It is so enticing to throw in my everything for what I believe will be the greatest reward.

But I am not blind to the risks. I do not unsee things that are there or not there. I see the obstacles and understand what could lie beneath the surface.

I have to make a decision on whether I care or not. Whether I shut myself off to anything else. That is what that risk is all about.