I want to know how you think

And why you do the things that you do.

It never made sense to me, 

I wonder if it makes sense to you.

But every now and then 

When you say just the right thing,

I’ll forget why I was mad 

And question my own thinking.

From an outside perspective

It’s so easy to see

That your version of logic

Is so far from reality.

But when I try to tell you that,

The words never seem right. 

Maybe one day I’ll get it off my chest,

There’s just too much on my mind tonight.