I'm Getting Existential Over You



Shall I stay

Or shall I go?

And what is my criterion?

I'm getting Existential over you.



Is it something I could know?

Or what shall I base theory on?

I'm getting Existential over you.



Sometimes I feel as though you're not for me...

But who am I for?  What are we, essentially?



If words could make it so

There's notes I'd end more cheery on,

But since they don't, there's nothing I can do

Than be tense and Existential over you.