No, I’m not what you think I am
Not really, things happened to me
But they are not me

I can’t say because that’s really about you
I’m not interested in justification
Only the things you cannot see

I don’t feel like I’m being difficult
Answering is like telling you I love you
Isn’t that really where it’s going?

Oh yeah, you’re asking the questions
But you don’t know how to ask
It feels more like you’re telling

How can I say what I am
Oh, I should just say it then
I thought this was about you

You didn’t know where to start?
Well where do you want it to end?
How about with what is true?

I’ve made plenty of money
It seems to me it’s still coming in
But it’s only like the wind

There are people I know who are sick
But it’s not about their temperature
It’s only about the pain they are in

I can only tell you how I feel
Or maybe I should describe a tree
But wouldn’t it be better to sit under it?

I only have peace when I’m happy
So when do think that happens?
Yeah, it’s the same for you isn’t it?

I have some things I could say about my past
But you haven’t asked about that
You haven’t gotten over yourself

I’m friends with everyone I’ve loved
More or less, maybe less
It’s really more about forgiving myself

I don’t know if I should ever say I love you again
It makes it so hard to speak freely
Does that surprise you?

It’s not about loving you
Or telling you how you hurt me
Or you telling me I hurt you too

We know these things going in
It shouldn’t be a shock
We just need to know if we want it to work

I would wait as long as you want me to
You need to know about me first
I don’t really know if I’m sick or just hurt

So what was the question?