Truth is, I've been going through hell
I have my doubts, now
More than before
Doubts if we can make it
Or if I want us to make it
I've even doubted leaving her
When I had been sure, so sure
I was doing the right thing
And to be honest, I've doubted
Whether this love you speak to me of
(Always in riddles) even exists
Dear, I have all these fucking fears
That you will spurn my kiss
That you will run from this
That I will fuck this up
And more realistically, that distance or time
Will triumph over whatever we have
I am afraid of many things
I am afraid of many things
Honey, I have countless hopes
But our relationship is so volatile
Not hostile, but worse, so passionate
So crazy that it could drive us to straightjackets
And there are too many neverending facets
Of interpretation, of analyzation, of condemnation
These are two minds that were never designed
To be combined
And yet, that seems the very reason
We fit so indubitably together
Darling...I am puzzled
Every piece that falls into place
Seems to alter the picture
And I can never decipher
Exactly what it is that we are
I don't understand any of this
I feel like a child
Who has suddenly become a prince
Yes, you make me rich
But I don't know how to conduct myself
In dealing with matters of politics and state!
In the past, love has simply been enough
With you, it's not
And that is terrifying and exhilerating
And motivating and amazing all at a time
Baby, I am overwhelmed
All these doubts, fears, hopes
All these solutions, all these puzzles
What if they come to nothing?
...What if we are everything?