Under My Nose

The wind has changed and now it’s brought
All the sweetest smells he had forgot.
Not the faintest stench from the old days
As it all finally drifts away.
Damn those skeptics, harbingers of doom
Negative epidemic, followers of Hume.
He understands all her needs,
And for that she loves him eternally.
Syncretism is so natural
And they’re experiencing something so actual.
My sun is shining, how about yours?
It’s kind of blinding, burn my eyes pure.
It’s all been worth it.
Now he looks forward to waking up,
She’s unstuck him from his rut.
He couldn’t wait to run off and go to sleep
And let all his problems make their retreat.
Used to wake up screaming, stolen from our dreams
Now I wake up beaming and the world just gleams.
It’s all been worth it.
With a sense of impending doom
That it’s all going to end too soon,
It’s all too good to be true,
Where the f*ck is the other shoe?
It’s all been worth it.