someday, help me understand why some things are...how they are, and just what they are.
I will work on them, not for you
but for you to understand as well. I can be there too.

if I cracked you open would I taste pineapple?
or would I smell durian?
that's if i crack you open
which I probably won't
you'll laugh and I'll understand
it wasn't your fault

and I believe that heaven is like her ocean eyes, deeper than mountains climb.
and I believe that hell is like watching her smile knowing she'll never be mine