Tell me how you want me to go on with this You ask me not to define us I worry that I don't know what I'm doing I worry that the world's gonna hang me for it I worry that I will fall in love with you Well I might, I just might Look at me writing so often, who am I? It's been so long since I set a pen to paper Penguins or Butterflies? I worry that I don't know what I'm doing I worry that the world's gonna hate me for it I worry that I will fall in love with you But if I do Will you save me from this half existence Will you cater to my feelings With the run of a tear? Will you dance with my demons? Turn them into nothing? I've had enough of not living What I'm supposed to live If not now, when?