I realize I must observe thisnThat I just can't expect to know whennYou're right, I tend to overthink these thingsnAt one thought per second, I just made my first mistakennSo the mighty back has brokennAnd sooner than you might have thought thennI just want to settle down somenNot alot, just enough so I'm cozy and warmnnIt's too soon, yes I've observed thisnWhen distance is a complication of choicenBut every second of my travel to younIs worth the time it takes, just to hear your voicennFar far away, will you stay, will you stay?nnFor once can't things just fall in place for menWhy must this intuitive sense inventnI'm trying not to parse your prose to deathnWhen instinct wants to tell me half of what you meantnnFar far away, will you stay, will you staynIf only just the weekend?