Cents

How does it make sense
That it takes me five minutes to get ready in the morning
But it takes an hour to get ready for bed at night

How does it make sense
That as we get older and our minds and lives slow down
That time continues to speed up

How does it make sense
That I can know so completely how much you don't feel for me
And yet
I can't seem to suppress the feelings I have for you?

The world doesn't make sense, I guess. Maybe  if I figure it out, I can make sense of how I feel about you. Maybe if I figure it out, you will too.

I don't know if that would be a good thing.