Don’t Worry My Love(s)

Don’t worry if we’re going too fast
Worry if it’s not part of the deal
Don’t worry about how long it will last
Worry about how good it will feel

I am a pharmacist
Prescribing drugs I’ll never use
I am a botanist
Plucking flowers from beds I choose
I am a scientist
Causing double helixes to fuse
I am a pessimist
I wonder if I have anything to lose

Perhaps I’d heed, not admire
Perhaps I’d bleed through the wire
Perhaps my seed will expire
Perhaps my greed shall backfire

Back to reality. If there’s one thing Paul and I are good at, it’s staying single.

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