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I’m sure of one thing in my life
I’m certain everything makes little sense in time
And even now I’m wondering how
Didn’t we almost let it slip
And didn’t we almost lose our grip
And granted that all this was here in my mind
I’m sure of nothing in my life
I’m certain every word is valid when it’s ripe
And even when my mind plays its tricks again
Didn’t we almost seal our fate
And didn’t we quickly give meaning to weight
And granted that all this was here in my mind
Didn’t I harbor a moment entwined
With blind dedication reserved for sublime
I’ve fallen from grace, your theatrical lines helped me
Absolutely, absolutely
My lurid and fictitious dabbling with ardor
My momentary insane and sordid enamor
I’m totally sure there is nothing I’d rather
Absolutely, unabated, indirectly quite related
Absolutely manifesting, absolutely still in question
Absolutely, absolutely
I ‘m sure of something in my life
I’m certain everything gets longer in its stride
The heat turns on
The wayside smells so strong
Didn’t we almost tap the time and
Didn’t we almost resist a last line and
Wasn’t there corkage before there was wine
I loved you my misanthropickled disaster
I loved you in bandages, Berlin and plaster
I’m almost depleted I’m swinging from nada
Absolutely, unabated, indirectly quite related
Absolutely manifesting, absolutely still in question
Absolutely, absolutely
So I I’ll go ahead and I’ll love you my momentary insane enamor
I’m hopelessly lost in my ex-rated saga
I’m totally sure there’s nothing I’d rather
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