There's a lot of shit I have done
From carrying my own
To carrying the burden of yours
But there seems to be a chance in the day to be fearful
And most of the things I want now will someday be no one's
But still I obsess and sometimes I repress my emotions
My emotions
There's no relation to the quiet contemplation of my love for you
And my love for him
'Cause you're both sitting ducks on my quarterly-loved tokens of gratitude
Both for saving my life and both on my countertop
There's a lot of people I've seen in my shadow
From a brand new embrace to a fall from a bridge
But there never seems to be a chance in the day to be grateful
To be grateful
And most of the things I love now will someday be one of many, I know
But I still repress and sometimes I regret my decisions
But there's no relation to my silent frustration and the love light in my eyes
My eyes
'Cause you're both sitting ducks in the field growing crops
In my childhood barn conversion
Both for ruining my life and both far away now
Both never enough or ever spoken of
You touched the light
Too good to be true
Yeah, that's you
And so I conclude I will be in love forever and ever