You Make Sense to Me

by Erin
Written December 19, 2006

You make sense to me.
You’re a mess of emotions,
the king of rough nights,
yet you make sense to me.

It makes you unique.
Twenty-three random lyrics
and a nervous breakdown,
but at least you’re unique.

You work in obscurity.
The extent of your greatness
is vastly unknown:
You’re a noble obscurity.

Honey, you’re all right.
The heartsick alcoholic
is just a fabrication.
I know you’ll be all right.

You make sense to me.
Ill logic is no matter
when you make this connection,
because you make sense to me.

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