I'm told all things have a purpose
But that's not always true.
Some things stop at the surface.
But you don't have a clue.
There is no purpose
For the tears in your eyes.
Or the awful curses
That are your lies.
Or my terrible case of insomnia
When I lie awake, thinking of you.
Or how your words are ambrosia
Well to me at least it's true.
Or that you think it's you.
You think you have no purpose,
But to me you always do.
In my mind your not worthless.
But if you wonder why I'm blue
It's because I didn't have a purpose
Until I said I love you.
