Intuition
What gives, what helps
The Intuition
I'll know, I'll know
Oh, I won't have to be shown
The way home
And it's not about a boy
Although, although
They can lead you
Break and defeat you
A destination known
Only by the one
Whose fate is overgrown
Piecemeal can break your home
In half
A love is not complete
With only heat
And they can tease you
Break or complete you
And in came a heat wave
A merciful save
And you choose, you chose
Poetry over prose
A map is more unreal
Than where you've been
Or how you feel
And it's impossible to tell
How important someone was
And what you might have missed out on
And how he might have changed it all
And how you might have changed it all for him
And how you might have changed it all
And how he might have changed it all for you
And did I, did I...?
And did I, did I...?
And did I, did I...?
And did I, did I...?
And did I, did I...?
(Did I? Did I?)
And did I, did I...?
(Did I? Did I?)
And did I, did I...?
(Did I? Did I?)
And did I, did I miss out on
You...
