What If I’m Wrong (And You’re Looking For A Way Out?) -6/28/05

I smile, you smile, we laugh and talk a while
And Life’s assumptions grow from such as these
But aren’t assumptions often proven wrong?
Beguile, revile, a romance seeped in style
With hearts just like the Indian Summer’s breeze
There is no finé, codas fill the song.

And that’s the thing I fear the most of all
My heart cannot keep up with all those turns
I want the straight and stable, sure and true.
I fear I’d never know it should I fall,
Assumption’s fault’s already left its burns
I fear assuming anything with you.

So though it all seems great with you and me,
This nagging question just won’t let me be: