What a fine man
And I want for him to be happy
Though I mean him no harm
Caused him so much already
Feel so precious in a boy's arms
It's just not like me
But he talks, communicates
And this tends to be unlikely
If he's enough to ground you in yourself
And keep you there, I'll love him too
I'd ask to split yourself in two
But we both know those halves have to stay few
So I hope spring lets it re-bloom
Let usual programming resume
Is there a chance to take it all back
My understanding and my peace with that
If I give up, am I lying to you?
So little push, no tug, no pull
But I'll stay sweet in this boy's arms
And I know I can't be at home in foreign land
Where there's no road for me to see
If she's enough to ground you in yourself
And keep you there, I'll love her too
I'd ask to split yourself in two
But we both know those halves have to stay few
So I hope spring lets it re-bloom
Let usual programming resume
