There's this thing called the human heart

THERE’S THIS THING CALLED THE HUMAN HEART (E A D G B E)

Logic don’t make it true. No one knows what to say.

But somehow, we are together. We don’t need to have a point.

But there’s this thing called the human heart. No one knows what makes it beat. You were right, you were never wrong.

 

Running doesn’t make sense unless there is a bear at your back.

In which case, I sympathise. I have been running from that bear, too, most of my life.

But there’s thing looming in the sky. An imposter among the stars.

It is singing; it is calling out. It is too good be true.

 

And I know the more that I think, the more that I stink. The more that it hurts.

So I am conducting an experiment and stopping short of everything I know and believe to be true.

But there’s thing called emptiness. In the night it gnaws at my chest.

And I worry my human heart won’t make it to morning.