If I could look beyond your face

And photograph your hidden place

Would I find you smiling in the picture



I dont know what you want

Because you dont know,

So whats the point of asking



Youre almost happy

Almost content

But your head hurts



Far too many ways to go

We learn so much but never know

Where to look

Or when we should stop looking



I can love the whole of you.

The poetry I stole from you

And hide inside my stomach



Youre almost happy

Almost content

But your head hurts



Its easy to get lost in you

And fall asleep inside of you

I want to return to you

A reason to be here

A reason to be here



No I dont know what you want

And you dont know

So whats the point of asking



Youre almost happy

Almost content

But your head hurts