Some philosophies fuel a belief in the self   constructed to keep one's goods on one's own shelf   Built well you're a strong letter I   With your feet on the ground and your head to the sky   Now and then you can bend   It's okay to lean over, lean over my way   You fear that you can't do it all and you're right.   Even day takes relief every night   From its work making light from the night      And when you're holding me   we make a pair of parentheses.   There's plenty space to encase   whatever weird way my mind goes   I know I'll be safe in these arms      If something in the deli aisle makes you cry   Of course I'll put my arm around you   And I'll walk you outside   through the sliding doors   why would I mind?      You're not a baby if you feel the world   All of the babies can feel the world   That's why they cry      And when you're holding me   we make a pair of parentheses.   There's plenty space to encase   whatever weird way my mind goes   I know I'll be safe in these arms