Baby, we’ll be fine–Except we’re both alive.
We’re going to try and try and mostly it won’t be so good.
We’ll spend so many hours of our life just being asleep.
We’ll struggle with how much more difficult waking life is now.
We’ll always crave comfort, but baby, we’ll be fine.
It’s just that there will be so many times that I apologize and you feel bad, and you apologize and I feel bad.
And we’re just going to hurt and hurt each other.
The good times are as much in the past as they are in the future.
But you see the future is just another word for the past that’s coming, the past that’s always coming.
Baby, we’ll be fine: a fenced pair of trees along the highway.
You and I are fine for now and for some time to come.
We’re going to have so many emotions together, like muscles we didn’t know we had.
I look at you and do you know what I see? Time.
I see time like I see the texture of things.
I see time in front of us and I don’t feel afraid.
Because baby, one of us is going to walk away and be fine, I promise.
One of us will be a lot older.
And the other will be fine.
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http://newhandsweepstakes.com/contributors/brian-mcelmurry/ Brian M
When people use ‘baby’ in an endearing sense, it makes me feel uncomfortable. Like, I don’t know, I just can’t deal with it. I think I listened to too much N*Sync and Backstreet Boys back in the day or something. I just picture a really faggy guy with frost-n-tip hair calling his fugly girlfriend ‘baby’ and not really getting away with it.
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You know, ‘baby’ and ‘babe’ seem corny when you’re young, but I call my GF ‘babe’ and ‘baby’ and it’s nice. Of course, I’m wearing a wifebeater, have shaved a pencil thin beard and have frosted spikey hair. Also I running man while singing ‘baby, baby, baby’. I cover Amy Grant!
