I need room to think these feelings
really savor them in my mind
to pull them apart at the seams and
to give rise to some reason no doubt
I need room to think this feeling
hold it up high in the light
why are we always just reeling
kneeling over something so trite?
I need room to think these feelings
I mean, is this even right?
why feel these feelings?
they’re out of place, almost a lie
Who says to feel the feelings?
I think they misunderstood
everyone is too greedy
and they never really had a clue
I had room to think these feelings
and they seem like such a waste
they make it seem so thrilling
just something to fill the days