To my "Anna"

My friend assures me "it's all or nothing"
I am not worried- I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me " for one time only,
make an exception." I am not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried - I am not overly concerned
with the status of my emotions
"oh", She says, "you're changing."
But we're always changing
It does not bother me to say

This isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
and I guess I'm going to have to live with that
but, I'm sure there's something in a shade of gray
or something in between
and I can always change my name if that's what you mean

My friend assures me "it's all or nothing"
But I am not really worried
I am not overly concerned
You try to tell your self the things you try to tell yourself to make
yourself forget
to make yourself forget
I am not worried

"If it's love" she said, "then we're gonna have to think about the
consequences"
She can't stop shaking and I can't stop touching her and this time

The kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
"these seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering
for days" she says.
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing

But I'm not gonna break
And I'm not going to worry about it anymore
I'm not gonna bend. And I'm not gonna break and
I'm not gonna worry about it anymore

It seems like I should say "as long as this is love..."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should
snap her up in a butterfly net-
Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried
I've done this sort of thing before

But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and this time

The kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind
And every time she sneezes I believe it's love
and oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

She's talking in her sleep-it's keeping me awake
And Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand and and
oh lord. I'm not ready for this sort of thing

Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away.
She dissappears, and oh lord I'm not ready for this sort of thing