Again

I am a perfectly normal, blond haired, blue eyed man
And my girlfriend used to be
She and I have created our happiness
Our home, our way, our life

When I am sick, she stands by my bed
When she needs my strength it’s there
The judgment of the world comes for us
And we know we have each others back

I feel the need to explain over and over
Not so much for my need or hers
I feel the need to explain passionately
Because I want them to understand

I didn’t understand when it happened
I was swept away by love and the mind
Feeling understood, feeling free, the sex
I want them to get it, and so I explain again

Again and again and again
I put some words there
Like a bad bandage on a simple mind
Will they get our way, our love? Will you?

Ugh, Let me explain again.