Some people say it’s easy
To never care too much,
To be free and fun and easy
And they live their life as such.
I wish that feeling apathy
Was simple like they say,
But alas, the need to care too much
Won’t seem to go away.
To make a fancy breakfast
And not share it with another;
To read a book and wonder
What exactly makes heights wuther?
These and many other things
I wish I could erase
But I sleep a lifetime later
Still just thinking of your face.