i picture.

no matter how i approach this i can't fault it.

i imagine the rest to be beautiful,

i am not interested in the alternative.

Anna Begins.

My friend assures me, it's all or nothing,
I am not worried- I am not overly concerned.
My friend implores me, for one time only,
Make an exception. I am not worried.
Wrap her up in a package of lies,
Send her off to a coconut island,
I am not worried- I am not overly concerned,
With the status of my emotions.
Oh she says you're changing,
But we're always changing.
It does not bother me to say this isn't love,
Because if you don't wanna talk about it then it isn't love,
And i guess i'm gonna have to live with that.
But, i'm sure there's something in the shade of grey,
Or something inbetween.
I can always change my name if that's what you mean.
My friend assures me, it's all or nothing,
But I am not really worried.
I am not overly concerned.
You try to tell youself the things you try to tell your self forget,
To make yourself forget.
I am not worried.
If it's love she said,
Well we're gonna have to think about the consequences.
She can't stop shaking,
And i can't stop touching her and,
This time kindness falls like rain,
And it washes her away, and Anna begins to change her mind.
These seconds when i'm shaking leave me shuddering for days she said.
And i'm not ready for this sort of thing.
But I'm not gonna break,
And i'm not gonna worry about it anymore.
I'm not gonna bend, and i'm not gonna break,
And i'm not gonna worry about it anymore.
It seems like i should say, as long as this is love,
But it's not all that easy,
So maybe I should snap her up in a butterfly net,
Pin her down on a photograph album.
I am not worried because i've done this sort of thing before.
But then i start to think about the consequences,
And i don't get no sleep in a quiet room and this time,
When kindness falls like rain, it washes me away,
And Anna begins to change my mind.
And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love,
And Oh Lord, i'm not ready for this sort of thing.
She's talking in her sleep, it's keeping me awake,
And Anna begins to toss and turn,
And every word is nonsense but i understand.
Oh lord I'm not ready for this sort of thing.
Her kindness bangs a gong,
It's moving me along,
And Anna begins to fade away.
It's chasing me away,
She dissapears.
And oh lord,
I'm not ready for this sort of thing.