My 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". But 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 going to have to live with that. But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey. Something in between. And I can always change my name if that's what you mean. 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 to tell yourself. To make yourself forget. I am not worried. "If it's love" she said "then we're going to have to think about the consequences". She can't stop shaking. 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 going to break. And I'm not going to worry about it anymore. I'm not going to bend. And I'm not going to break and. I'm not going to worry about it anymore. It 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. I've done this sort of thing before. But then I start to think about the consequences. Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and.... The time when kindness falls like rain. It washes me away and. Anna begins to change my mind. And everytime she sneezes I beleive it's 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.