Mostly he ain't thinkin'
As he rides to school
That life is gonna play him for a fool.
Jen's got cancer.
The words are loud and clear.
So why won't it click, between his ears?
Well, isn't that
Just like love?
He's feeling the weight
Of a blow from above.
The rest of the day
Goes by in a blur.
It's hard to focus
With his thoughts all on her.
Well isn't that
Just like love?
He feels the weight
Like a brick from above.
She opens her eyes,
and the place is all white.
Is this heaven,
Is she even alive?
Steady pulses seem to say "Poor you."
Oh, God, can this even be true?
Well, isn't that
Just like love?
They're sharing the weight,
But it's in from above!
