Hank Green - I Guess It All Makes Sense At The End Lyrics
I'd like to do some calculationsIn the hopes that I'll come to some realizationsMy mind is not what it used to beThat certainly isn't news to meBut I want to know how my life was spentNow that I know that I'm near the endSo I add subtract multiply and divideTo try and figure out what I did with my lifeI spent twenty-seven years in my bedAnd there's not much that I would've preferred to do insteadI spent two years chewing and six months wooingAnd, I'm sure you're curious, almost three years pooingI spent twenty five years working for a guyThat I wanted to kill when I didn't want to dieBut I spent fifty seven years loving you my friendSo I guess it all makes sense at the end.I spent nearly a full year masturbatingSecond only to the year we spent copulatingI know you're not a fan of this vulgarityBut completeness is important for full clarityI spent more than seven years watching televisionAnd how could I not regret that decisionBut I don't think that I'll ever know how much timeI did or didn't spend lookin' into your eyes.I spent twenty-seven years in my bedAnd there's not much that I would've preferred to do insteadI spent two years chewing and six months wooingAnd, I'm sure you're curious, almost three years pooingI spent twenty five years working for a guyThat I wanted to kill when I didn't want to dieBut I spent fifty seven years loving you my friendSo I guess it all makes sense at the end.I've never known any way but numbers and sumsTo understand what we are and what we have becomeBut like numbers are perfect, that's how this has been for meAnd I hope that I still give you everything you need80 years alive and four eating foodFive reading books and 57 with youTwo eyes one nose one smile one lifeIt somehow isn't ever quite enough time.I spent twenty-seven years in my bedAnd there's not much that I would've preferred to do insteadI spent two years chewing and six months wooingAnd, I'm sure you're curious, almost three years pooingI spent twenty five years working for a guyThat I wanted to kill when I didn't want to dieBut I spent fifty seven years loving you my friendSo I guess it all makes sense at the end.Oh I guess it all makes sense at the end.Yeah, I guess it all makes sense at the end.
