If I could look beyond your face
And photograph your head in place,
Would I find you smiling in the picture?
And I don’t know what you want,
Because you don’t know,
So what’s the point of asking?

And you’re 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 will
And hide inside my stomach.

You’re almost happy,
almost content,
But your head hurts.

It’s easy to get lost in you.
Fall asleep inside of you.
I want to return to you.
A reason to be here.
A reason to be here.

No, I don’t know what you want,
Cause you don’t know,
So what’s the point of asking?

And you’re almost happy, almost content,
But your head hurts.

And you’re almost happy, almost content,
But your head hurts.