I'll tell you a story
that hit me from the sky
a full heart in my coffee
without knowing why
an unexpected longing
that made me feel so sad
for all of the reasons
I just can't explain.
It is not of me
It is not mine
yet the way it consumes me
it's almost cruel and unkind.
The magic keeps flowing
it fills my early mornings
and I've quit chain smoking
I've quit worse than any high.
So when they say I've never had it
or how I've chosen safety gates
I just choke in the face
of what they call love and fate...
It's not of me
It's not mine
Or is it
Am I that unkind
