Can love and logic coexist?

Can like and lust become strangers?

In a perfect world, I'd answer yes,

Living without fear that sometimes…

I just may do some really dumb shit.

I just may say some off the wall,

"Where is this girl coming from?" type shit.

But know it's my heart confusing my brain

And not an attempt to push you away.

At least not on a conscious level.

Life is so freakin' complicated,

Sometimes I swear it's the devil.

Or maybe that's the excuse I give myself

For always fuckin' shit up.

For always trying to fix what isn't broken

and always pushing my luck.

For addressing things abrasively

With a man whose been

Nothing but patient with me

Whose been nothing but patient with "us."

Whose approached our friendship cautiously

When I'm sometimes in a rush.

Whose helping me find the answer

To the questions within the first two lines.

With us, it just may be a no…

You're a bit too real

and a bit too fine.