Why did I write the book of love before I knew your name?

Why did I memorize the rules, but never play the game?

The news are full of lobbyists

and demagogues, and populists

And you can be as tough to read

but infinitely more rewarding

Why did I write the book of love before I knew your name?

Why did I waste such precious time fear-mongering in vain?

The universe is full of misplaced privilege and misogyny

And you are both the privilege

and the challenge I deserve, I hope

So, why are we not enough to save the world

to save ourselves?

And why are we not enough for me?

I'll never get to heaven, never get to hell

I'll never get it right if I can't get out of my own way

Why did I write the book of love before I knew your name?

Why did I go to all that trouble to fan a dying flame?

The truth is compromised by a creeping normality of lies

But you have the distracting touch

that gets me to the church in time

So, why are we not enough to save the world

and save ourselves?

Oh, why are we not enough for me

I'll never get to heaven, never get to hell

I'll never get it right if I can't get out of my own way

The truth is hard to reckon with

You fuck with it, it fucks you silly

Why did I write the book of love before I knew your name?

Why did we never meet-cute on the power walk of shame?

The world is full of tragedies and efforts to desensitize us

Never let me off the hook

Just hold me so accountable

Oh, why are we not enough to save the world

to save ourselves?

Oh, why are we not enough for me?

I'll never get to heaven, never get to hell

We'll never get it right if we can't get out of my own

Never to roll our eyes again

Never, never get it right if we can't get out of our own

Never get to patronize and polarize

Will never get it right if we can't get out of our own ass