Too Much

The cherry blossoms bloomed The third week of March Midway through our quarantine Just before your 23rd We stayed with my parents who kept us Fed and warm in New Jersey And I wonder if you had fun I wonder if I wonder too much In that time we walked the woods And fell and fucked and got the goods I saw your soul with a sober eye We drank and paused and found the breath Then traded it for cigarettes You saw my father make me cry And I wonder if I am enough I wonder if I wonder too much Adge taught me to strike the balance But juggling's never been my talent I know she's right but I'm just not there So until then I'll ask you this Is structured time a thing you miss? Do you want it? Do you need it? Do you care? Until then I'll ask you this Do I laugh too loud? Are you embarrassed Of my body, my honesty, or my hair? See I wonder if I am too much And I wonder if I wonder too much? Do you wonder if I am too much? Do you wonder if I wonder too much?