.... Don't you sometimes
Just get tired of it all?
Sometimes I get tired
Of wondering who he could be,
Where the heck he's hiding,
And what he will see in me.
Sometimes I just want to find him;
To wait is a frustrating bore.
Sometimes I'm sure I can wait;
I still have to grow up a little more.
Sometimes it's tempting to live and die
Without ever being in love
And telling God, "Well, I sorta tried"
When my soul ascends above.
.... But no, no, no,
Sometimes, I get a little tired
Of saying, "Ouch, oh, no, not again.
Why can't my fickle heart
Just stay together now and then?"
Does my heart fool my mind,
Or does my mind fool my heart?
When the hormones are running rampant,
It's hard to tell them apart.
Either way, my heart usually rules,
And my brain gets left in the dust.
Note to self: when chasing runaway heart,
Remember the noodle, I must.
.... You think you get somewhere,
And find you're back where you started.
Still, if that's what it takes,