Timing

The first time I fell in love I was 28 And we were breaking up I was terrified and swearing I could change But for her it was just too late The second time I fell in love I didn’t stray I did so many things to hold her up And I watched her spin her tires day after day And I got tired of waiting for her nerves to change You might’ve figured out what thrills and fulfills you And she might have seen the worst of you and stayed And maybe it’s amazing that you barely ever fight None of that matters No, none of it matters No, nothing else matters if your timing’s not right The third (Fourth, maybe fifth) time I fell in love I was so cautious, skeptical, tentative I didn’t think those girls were strong enough And I needed to be pulled by someone else Because I wasn’t ready yet to push myself The last time I fell in love I went all in; I didn’t flinch; I opened up But we couldn’t meet each others’ expectations ‘Cause we’d yet to unlearn the language of our parents And she might be ready now to bear your children And you might have broke your back to build a home Now she might be just the greatest mom you’ve ever seen And you might have lost your fear of being alone She might be so emotionally intelligent You might’ve grown so wondrously kind You both may finally know just how to soften (This might be the best sex of your life) And maybe you both have consummately, whole-soulfully, really fucking tried But nothing else matters Yeah, nothing’s more painful Nothing hurts worse than When your timing’s not right