I had a moment alone with some curious thoughts. I felt unaccomplished; I felt I hadn't done my part. "What is my part exactly," I've tried to figure out, and, "are there parts?" Are there parts? I get hung up on wondering about this sort of thing. Sometimes I feel so helpless, so thanks for loving me. You clear my head of worry, of doubt, of pain, of fear all at once, and you make it look easy..
So I don't really care what we do. I'm so happy I'm gonna be with you. No, I don't really care what we do, 'cause I know I am going to see you soon.
My mind is prone to wander, as I mentioned before. I get stuck in the past, sometimes the future, and what's more, it takes a while to think, "Hey, what am I getting stuck for?" I might be going nowhere. But I wonder where the love is in all this great, big world; why selfishness is common, and why empathy is not; and where the hell does time go? and how about things we say? They disappear; they're not here.
So I don't really care what we say, 'cause I know I am going to see you today. No, I don't really care what we say, 'cause I'm gonna see you later anyway.
Sometimes I come over uninvited, and you look so surprised, and we're both feeling so excited, and you've got that look in your eyes. So you walk over, and I kiss you. In my head are big explosions. And you wrap your arms around me, and I get to feel the greatest of emotions, which reminds me how I want to be more than just a logical machine; there's a crucial part in the human heart; there's a careful balance I hope we all are. It is of love and reason. Sometimes you get hate, but we ain't got no room for that, 'cause this love and reason are gonna take up all the space. And sometimes you get greed, but we ain't got no time for that, 'cause this love and reason are gonna last forever.