A moth in the coffee
Butterfly in my chest
I might as well swallow them
With my pride
My late reaction
But now
Like the bottom of the ocean
And life on other planets
We're refusing to make sense
You
What we felt before we were born
What happens after we die
Why we're not standing side by side
The feeling and the sound
Can I even tell between them
And yet here I am
You don't have to worry so much
I could show you why
Only the best
Are built on a rock like ours
But now
The bottom of the ocean
Life on other planets
What I don't know now could fill a book
You
What we felt before birth
Where we'll go once we die
And you