if I don't blow off some steam
I won't be able to sleep
with a billion degrees piling up inside my veins

my dear world, there are things about you
I just don't know, so I close my eyes

if I got everything I want (I want so little nowadays)
it'd be three days for sleeping, two for running, and seventy seven for lying next to you
and eighty-nine for watching the sun come in through the window in the living room

love is a question

in the road I stepped with
no intention of anything beyond
total love

like a stream of water that wears down an impossible rock

and a bird that flies through the greatest storm that can twist the heavens

if I am changed beyond recognition, it is only because I have changed along with you
every scar you've gained all these years, I've mimicked accidentally with a falling vase or misplaced knife
every infirmity that shakes your grip on life installed a matching crack in my house
but my foundations are firm, I have built on our love

out in the road, I looked up
had my gaze caught by the windy sky and felt grabbed
hooked around
and I realized this: that all love is a question, and death is the answer
now peace reigns, and I am your husband