i wish this one had a rhyme,
a careful slip-of-hand design.
i wish i could look myself in
the eye

i wish i didn't sense disaster,
wish ken felt less like the cruelest master.

i wish i believed a wish meant anything.
that way when i stared off into the sun,
i could trade a line on the eye chart
for more years with you

i wish any of my thoughts made sense

i wonder how you can love me  
when what i have equates to pence

i wonder how all the things about myself i can't stand--
i wonder how all of those things are so beautiful on you

there are a lot of things i wonder
and none of them compare to your ageless, spaceless, graceless grace