Let me wipe your tears away
Come a little nearer, baby
'Cause you'll heal over
Heal over, heal over, someday
I'm having a really hard time figuring out where it's coming from. I wish you'd ask me the right questions so I could tell you the right answers. And maybe we're all feeling the same way. Then again, I've realised that the tendency to dwell on the less unappealing at the expense of neglecting its opposite, extends beyond regarding only the past and to the present as well. For that reason, it makes perfect sense to doubt any of this is as pleasant as it appears when your mental scope is so apparently selective. And what of it? There's no denying we're on to something, but it isn't what everyone thought they knew, and just as well because so much less is at stake here. I don't live in the moment, so that's probably a good thing.
I still don't know where it's coming from, but I've made peace elsewhere. I think I know what's happening, but why - I couldn't tell you. Or, on second thought, I could. It's a little naive but never too much to ask. I'm just sorry if I come to find I've misplaced it because I wonder if it could be relocated in time - for what; and if at all. But at least I can say I saw you back there.
It's so damn sweet of you
To look me in the eye
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