What a fine man And I want for him to be happy Though I mean him no harm Caused him so much already Feel so precious in a boy's arms It's just not like me But he talks, communicates And this tends to be unlikely If he's enough to ground you in yourself And keep you there, I'll love him too I'd ask to split yourself in two But we both know those halves have to stay few So I hope spring lets it re-bloom Let usual programming resume Is there a chance to take it all back My understanding and my peace with that If I give up, am I lying to you? So little push, no tug, no pull But I'll stay sweet in this boy's arms And I know I can't be at home in foreign land Where there's no road for me to see If she's enough to ground you in yourself And keep you there, I'll love her too I'd ask to split yourself in two But we both know those halves have to stay few So I hope spring lets it re-bloom Let usual programming resume