I just want to say how luckynI feel to be alive this yearnIn fact I've done a lot of thinkingnI can't recall another time I grasped what it means to be alivenI would take all of my x'snDrawn in pen and left to drynAnd make a pile to the ceilingnAnd burn a perfect effigy of what I've come to realize wasn't mennI don't have a boat to dock, a plane to landnOr an appearance to keep upnWhat I'm dealing with is love.nI won't need another pass, a safety netnOr even need a second chancenI'm not going to mess this upnnCause I wake up to a dreamnWith a perfect set of eyesnAnd a way with words I envynThe way I wish that I could writenAnd I'm never quite convinced that it would hurt if I got pinchednBut I believe you.nAnd we're existing in a forumnWith an open pair of mindsnThe best and worst togethernAn intersection of our livesnAnd I'm never quite convinced that it can get better than thisnBut you'll proceed to, so I believe you