If I could look beyond your face
  And photograph your hidden place
  Would I find you smiling in the picture
  I don't know what you want
  Because you don't know,
  So what's the point of asking
  You're almost happy
  Almost content
  But your head hurts
  Far too many ways to go
  We learn so much but never know
  Where to look
  Or when we should stop looking
  I can love the whole of you.
  The poetry I stole from you
  And hide inside my stomach
  You're almost happy
  Almost content
  But your head hurts
  It's easy to get lost in you
  And fall asleep inside of you
  I want to return to you
  A reason to be here
  A reason to be here
  No I don't know what you want
  And you don't know
  So what's the point of asking
  You're almost happy
  Almost content
  But your head hurts