Some philosophies fuel a belief in the self
constructed to keep one's goods on one's own shelf
Built well you're a strong letter I
With your feet on the ground and your head to the sky
Now and then you can bend
It's okay to lean over, lean over my way
You fear that you can't do it all and you're right.
Even day takes relief every night
From its work making light from the night

And when you're holding me
we make a pair of parentheses.
There's plenty space to encase
whatever weird way my mind goes
I know I'll be safe in these arms

If something in the deli aisle makes you cry
Of course I'll put my arm around you
And I'll walk you outside
through the sliding doors
why would I mind?

You're not a baby if you feel the world
All of the babies can feel the world
That's why they cry

And when you're holding me
we make a pair of parentheses.
There's plenty space to encase
whatever weird way my mind goes
I know I'll be safe in these arms