My friend assures me "it's all or nothing"
I am not worried
I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me,
"for one time only, make an exception."
I am not not worried

Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried
I am not overly concerned
with the status of my emotions
"oh", She says, "you're changing."
But were always changing

It does not bother me to say this isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it
then it isn't love
and I guess I'm going to have to live that
but, I'm sure there's something in a shade of gray
or something in between
and I can always change my name
if that's what you mean

My friend assures me "it's all or nothing"
But I am not really worried
I am not overly concerned
You try to tell yourself the things you try tell yourself
to make yourself forget
to make your self forget
I am not worried
"If it's love" she said,
"then were gonna have to
think about the consequences"
She can't stop shaking
and I cant stop touching her and.....

This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away
and Anna begins to change her mind
"these seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days" she says.
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing

But I'm not gonna break
And I'm not going to worry about it anymore
I'm not gonna bend. And I'm not gonna break and
I'm not gonna worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say "as long as this is love..."
But it's not all that easy
so maybe I should just snap her up in a butterfly net
Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried
I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...

The time when kindness falls like rain
it washes me away
and Anna begins change my mind
And every time she sneezes I believe it's love
and oh lord.... I'm not ready for this sort of thing

Shes talking in her sleep
its keeping me awake
And Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand and
oh lord. I m not ready for this sort of thing

Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It s chasing me away.
She disappears, and oh lord
I'm not ready for this sort of thing

"Anna Begins" by the Counting Crows

then || now