Anywhere But Inbetween..

A friend assures me, "it's all or nothing"

    I am not worried..

  I am not overly concerned…

My friend implores me

"For one time only, make an exception…"

   I am not worried..

Wrap her up in a package of lies..

Send her off to a coconut island

   I am not worried..

  I am not overly concerned

With the status of my emotions…

“Oh" she says, "You're changing…"

..We’re always changing…

It does not bother me to say

This isn't love, because if you don't want to talk about it then,

It isn't love...

And I guess I'm gonna have to live without

But I'm sure, there's something in a shade of gray

..Or something inbetween..

And I can always change my name

…If that's what you need..

My friend assures me, "it's all or nothing`

   But I am not really worried

  I Am Not Overly Concerned

You try to tell yourself the things you try tell yourself

To make yourself forget, to make yourself forget…

I am not worried "If it's love" she said,

"Then were gonna have to think about the consequences"

She can't stop shaking…

            And I can t stop touching her…

    And this time…

When kindness falls like rain, it washes her away…

And Anna begins… to change her mind..

“These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days."

..She says

...And I'm not ready for this sort of thing…

           But I'm Not Gonna Break

       And I'm Not Gonna worry about it anymore…

     I'm Not Gonna Bend

   And I'm Not Gonna Break

 I'm Not Gonna worry about it ANYMORE………..

                 No, No, No, No, No

Seems like I should say… "As long as this is love…"

   …But it's not all that easy

So maybe I should..

Snap her up in a butterfly net

Pin her down on a photograph album

         I Am Not Worried..

  Cuz I've done this sort of thing before…

                   …But then I start to think about the consequences

I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and this time..

When kindness falls like rain, it washes me away…

      And Anna begins… to change My mind..

Every time she sneezes, I believe its love

   And, oh lord…

       I'm not ready for this sort of thing

She’s talking in her sleep

   It’s keeping me awake

     And Anna begins.. to toss and turn…

And every word is nonsense but I understand..

    And, oh lord..

I’m not ready for this sort of thing...

Her kindness bangs a gong

                                    It's moving me along

  And Anna begins to fade away..

...It’s chasing me away

                        She disappears, and, oh lord..

I’m.. not.. ready.. for… this sort of thing…

~Anna Begins, The Counting Crows

       I'm pretty sure this is my favorite song of all time...