There's this guy who collects feelings.
He organizes them in a very neat way.
He really thought about them.
Like some lonely scrap-booker desperate
to grab something real and warm.
But he's actually real and warm himself.

I can never hold on to my own feelings,
and it seems incongruent to try to organize them.
But maybe I should have a talk with him.
Maybe he organize happiness too, and give me
a lifetime guarantee?