Tongue-tied

I'll need a little more luck than a little bit
'Cause every time I get stuck, the words won't fit
And every time that I try, I get tongue-tied
I need a little good luck to get me by

So today (or tomorrow), I'm gonna try to lift this curse I so claim I placed upon myself some time ago. My curse of always losing my words, when it matters. Words... Oh such torturous things, always chewing up the only ones I ever mean. The curse of those who the dance floor didn't love, and whose lips couldn't move fast enough. But things have changed for me, and that's okay, I'm on my way, and no longer am I afraid that I may have faked it, and I wouldn't be caught dead in this place. To be honest, I'm not completely sure if this will help my case, but I just don't wanna be here again, in this state of much lengthy contemplation to the point of missing chances. Not this time. Not with her.

Guess that's enough for now. I got the "good luck" I wanted so I guess the time is drawing nigh. I just hope I get the opportunity to talk to the queen, who once reigned over my heart. I've moved on but I think I need to do this to be deserving of having done that.