there's something i need to do
and i don't know how to do it
and that's why i'm asking so many questions

so strange, art

it isn't animosity
or self-righteous hypocrisy
or violent democracy
or calculated diplomacy
no

this is figuring out what's right
and what's fair
and the rest of it can go to hell
there's no reason to yell
there's no story to tell
there's nothing to sell
your dignity fell
right out of it's shell
with the laundry as well
you know i can tell
the sound of the bell
reminds me
finds me
peace

when i put my trust in anything
be it your claims of innocence
or her claims of dissonance
all i ask is
whether it was worth it?

if i happen to be wrong
be it my stupid intelligence
or her perfunctory ignorance
all i ask is
was it worth it?

if my back is squarely up against the wall
and nothing makes any sense
besides the obvious pretense
all i ask is
what is it worth?

whatever you think it is
we can fix it in increments
like the poodle hole in the fence
all i ask is
do you think it's worth it?

i do, but
i wonder
wonder i do

it wasn't my intention
to be this far apart
i'm craving a connection
but i don't know where to start

too precious to ignore
too gorgeous to forget
it burns so much it's sore
but it won't destroy me yet

just know i think about you
every day
and all i wanna tell you
is that i'm okay
and that i'm sorry
and that i don't know what to say

rain is addicted to gravity
pain is addicted to chemistry
love is addicted to empathy
safe is addicted to security
it's all good

dreams are addicted to imagining
age is addicted to hurrying
empty's addicted to nothing
everyone's addicted to something
and it's all good

we all seek comfort and that's just fine
a bit of yours for a bit of mine.

assume if you must
people are not always right
so assume with care