Do you like to read?
Because I like to read.
And do you like to look at me?
Because I like to look at you.
And do you shake every time you hear his voice?
Do you feel the notes he sings?
Do you hear the pain he has lived?
Do you buy his records?
And listen to them all the time?
And do you think of me?
Because I think of you all the time.
And how can you live
When you can't touch him?
And how do you think I live
When I can't touch you?
And do you leave your room?
Because I hardly ever leave mine.
And do you fear the president?
Because he scares the shit out of me.
And when will we first believe
That we are worthwhile?
And how will I learn to think
That I am worthwhile?