Sometimes, all you can do

Is wait for safety,

Theirs or yours,

it’s hard to know,

You’re so utterly bound together,

You can hardly breathe.

Sometimes, all you can do

Is wait for safety,

Counting the geese overhead,

Rather than the minutes,

Counting the cups of coffee you’ve had,

Rather than the minutes.

They say you’re never given

More than you can handle,

But I wonder if it’s true.

Sometimes, love

Really can kill you.