One of the last nights that we spent together
I went to see Pascal's band play
The other guys had just flown in from Paris
They were all wearin' dresses, it was a fashion show thing
Jackson was sitting on the catwalk, it was in between bands
And he, he called me over and said he had a question
And that it meant no offense
He leaned into my ear, I was still wearin' my earplugs
And he, he said it quiet so my enemies couldn't hear
"Does this move have anything to do with love?"
Well, of course it does, of course it does, everything I do I do for love
Yes, I'm a fool and that's a fact, let that be my epitaph
P.J. sent me a letter with some music and a bookmark that he made
It was a cartoon of me but I was way too cute but it was still really sweet
And then I flipped it over; there was a quote, you know, some philosophy
It says a, a foolish man seeks happiness in the distance
And a wise man grows it underneath his feet
Well thanks for the advice, my friend, but I'm not seeking happiness
The soil in Bloomington just swallows up my seeds
And nothing grows, no nothing grows, maybe it's just me
No I'm not seeking happiness, I'll wait for it to come to me
And I looked for you in the library on my birthday
Just like the day you hid from me, it was perfect
And that's the day I knew that I was so in love with you
That it would make my life or it would spell my doom