It All Makes Sense At the End

by: Hank Green

It All Makes Sense at the End

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I’d like to do some calculations
In the hopes that I’ll come to some realizations.
My mind is not what it used to be
That certainly isn’t news to me
But I want to know
How my life was spent
Now that I am near the end
So I’ll add, subtract, multiply, and divide
and I’ll try and figure out what I did with my life.

I spent 27 years in my bed.
And there’s not much that I would have preferred to do instead.
I spent two years chewin’ and six months wooin’
And I’m sure you’re curious, almost three years pooin’
I spent 25 years working for a guy
That I wanted to kill
When I didn’t want to die
But I spent 57 years loving you, my friend
So I guess it all makes sense at the end.

I spent nearly a full year masturbating
Second only to the one we spent copulating
I know you’re not a fan of this vulgarity
But completeness is important for full clarity
I spent more than seven years watching television
And how could I not regret that decision
But I don’t think that I’ll ever know how much time
That I did or didn’t spend looking into your eyes.

I spent 27 years in my bed.
And there’s not much that I would have preferred to do instead.
I spent two years chewin’ and six months wooin’
And I’m sure you’re curious, almost three years pooin’
I spent 25 years working for a guy
That I wanted to kill
When I didn’t want to die
But I spent 57 years loving you, my friend
So I guess it all makes sense at the end.

I’ve never known any way but numbers and sums
To understand what we are and what we have become.
But like numbers are perfect,
That’s how this has been for me,
And I hope that I still give you everything you need.
80 years alive, and four eating food
Five reading books and 57 with you.
Two eyes, one nose, one smile, one life,
It somehow isn’t ever quite enough time.

I spent 27 years in my bed.
And there’s not much that I would have preferred to do instead.
I spent two years chewin’ and six months wooin’
And I’m sure you’re curious, almost three years pooin’
I spent 25 years working for a guy
That I wanted to kill
When I didn’t want to die
But I spent 57 years loving you, my friend
So I guess it all makes sense at the end.

Oh, I guess it all makes sense at the end.
Yeah, I guess it all makes sense at the end.

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