there are so many things to like
(all melodies are so good all of the time)
and I love everyone that I have ever met
(all feelings are too much some of the time)
and I keep everything with me as scraps of thought
(in a memory box)
to remember that boredom is the sweetest friend
(that I have ever known)
and together we rewrite every important thing
(because I am my own bridge)
my own bridge
