"You are a sickness, a disease, that I would rather not treat. Don't tell me that I am easily deceived; I am fully aware of your presence inside me. Don't tell me about your vaccine. Don't tell me about your beliefs. Cause over time, people who get sick, they die; but your disease isn't stronger than my body
Now you're telling me that you will get clean, and now I am figuring out what they really mean when they say that your head can't convince your heart, it can't convince your heart of anything
But I, I am strong. You have known that all along. You are the type of person they write about in songs. You are growing, but you haven't been wrong
So I can give you one more chance if your feet can dance your big mouth's dance. Yes, it's true; I miss the nights when we would cancel all our plans and sing and laugh real loud alone. How we moved inside that home with the furniture pushed to the walls
So I guess all in all, once you get back, I might call. Once you remember who you are, I will wait for you, wait for your call." - May