People keep asking me why
I do the things that I do
And as we lie side by side
I’m telling you:
I want to figure it out.
I am not scared of anything…
But spiders
And sharks
And graveyards.
I walk into
The autumn of our days
With stage fright
And an indifference to our separation,
It terrifies
And releases me.
Cowardly men,
I could be your greatest love,
Or I could flatten into nothing.
The milk could go off, I may forget my lines, And we can hang from the highest point
(knowing you’re afraid of heights),
But it is the fear of
Dying alone -
And maybe we fall in love to
Have something to do.
Maybe I don’t need to
Figure it out.
Maybe I should Sleep alone tonight.
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