if breathing is a choice
and my hope is to love
i wonder if my honest effort
would be enough

what if everything i ever wanted
was just out of reach
but what if i just lived
and good things happened to me

it's absurd to pretend
like i know anything at all
it's either out of my control
or somehow all my fault

and i can't cry about either
it'd be a waste of precious time
i'd rather be here with you
than understand how or why