seeing you through

Six years ago you was all I was livin’ for.

All I knew was you, thought I didn’t need nothin’ more;

so I packed my bags and I flew with you,

didn’t know who you were but I had to see that shit through.

You had this thing that attracted me—

not superficial— this shit’s chemistry, biology.

I know evolution’s what drew me to you.

It was it the pheromones, I was blinded, that was fuckin’ true.

Because what I didn’t know was it wasn’t just you.

It was the you and all the yous that came after you.

I have to thank you for building up a special part of me,

and at the end of the day you know I keep that peace close to me.

But I can’t carry all of you everywhere I go,

if I did that, I’m sorry but my life’d move too slow.

I was young, you were beautiful, to you I’ll try not to lie—

I think I’ll think about you until the day that I die.

We went through it all, you and me at nineteen,

climbing mountains chasing climbs in my dopamine.

And amongst all that, it’s the little things that hold me back,

make me wonder if you’d see me now and think I was off-track.

But you don’t know me no more!

You weren’t there, there on the floor—

for some of twenty, bits of twenty-three, or all of twenty-two!

Do you even have a clue about the shit I’ve been through?

We were young though, it was beautiful— chasing new affections.

We had no idea of the parts that’d need protections.

We were young, so vulnerable, so free, so pure.

You lit within me a burning desire, so enduring, so sure.

Six years ago you was all I was livin’ for.

And seeing you through is what opened all my doors.

You see, I was blinded by that first me I met—

had no idea that I wasn’t finished yet.