I realize I must observe this
That I just can't expect to know when
You're right, I tend to overthink these things
At one thought per second, I just made my first mistake
So the mighty back has broken
And sooner than you might have thought then
I just want to settle down some
Not alot, just enough so I'm cozy and warm
It's too soon, yes I've observed this
When distance is a complication of choice
But every second of my travel to you
Is worth the time it takes, just to hear your voice
Far far away, will you stay, will you stay?
For once can't things just fall in place for me
Why must this intuitive sense invent
I'm trying not to parse your prose to d**h
When instinct wants to tell me half of what you meant
Far far away, will you stay, will you stay
If only just the weekend?