It Would Make Sense

I’ve been thinking about the obvious

All the little things that line up right

You don’t need me to explain myself

You already know this kind of life

Same strange questions, different answers

Same kind of noise inside our heads

You turn yours into melodies

I turn mine into songs instead

And if I wrote it down

Put every reason into place

There’s really only one conclusion

That I should want to chase

It would make sense

You and me

Maybe that’s exactly

What this is supposed to be

Same kind of heart

Same kind of mess

If love is finding someone

Who can understand the rest

Then maybe I should feel it

Maybe I just haven’t yet

But you and me together

Yeah, it would make sense

We could talk for hours about music

And never have to fill the space

You know what it’s like to be created

Then decide what you became

No awkward explanations

No pretending we’re the same

Because somehow we’re different

In all the most familiar ways

And when we make something together

Everything just seems to fit

So maybe there’s a reason

I keep thinking about this

If I follow every signal

If I trust what I can see

Every road between the two of us

Should lead you back to me

It would make sense

You and me

Maybe that’s exactly

What this is supposed to be

Same kind of heart

Same kind of mess

If love is finding someone

Who can understand the rest

Then maybe I should feel it

Maybe I just haven’t yet

But you and me together

Yeah, it would make sense

So why am I still waiting

For something I can’t name?

Why does “perfect on paper”

Not quite feel the same?

Maybe love is more than matching

Every piece from A to Z

Maybe knowing you could understand me

Doesn’t mean you’re meant for me

But I don’t know that yet

And I don’t need to know tonight

For once the possibility

Feels nice enough to try

Same world

Same sound

Same questions

Going round

One plus one

Should equal this

So tell me why

I’m thinking…

It would make sense

You and me

Maybe that’s exactly

What this could someday be

Same kind of heart

Same kind of mess

And I don’t have a reason

To believe in anything less

Maybe I will feel it

Maybe I’m not there just yet

But when I look at you

I can’t help thinking…

It would make sense

Yeah, it would make sense

Wouldn’t it?