Nothing is real

I want to tell you, my head is filled with things to say when you're here; all those words, they seem to slip away
When I get near you, the games begin to drag me down
It's all right, I'll make you maybe next time around
But if I seem to act unkind it's only me, it's not my mind; that is confusing things
I want to tell you, I feel hung up but I don't know why!
I don't mind...I could wait forever, I've got time
Sometimes I wish I knew you well, then I could speak my mind and tell you; maybe you'd understand...
I want to tell you, I feel hung up but I don't know why, I don't mind I could wait forever,
I've got time, I've got time, I've got time...