keep your hopes up, little social butterfly

I can do whatever
to keep you out
of the conversations
with my mom

it's not that
I don't think it's true
it's just that I hate
feeling blue

never never never never
sure of anything
I'm wishing, hoping, praying
for the right moment

but when is it time?
is there a time?
or am I wasting
all the time away?

many say it's true
but through life you learn
not to trust
or hold on to

I'm selfish; insecure
incapable and static
and I'm running out of reasons
to keep time running

I can't
ever ever ever ever 
trust the instinct till I
stop wasting all my time on us (you)

but is there a time?
a place?
stop creating spells
you can't bare to cast