I can't decide if it's a good / bad thing that I barely have any time left to think, let alone breathe. Keyword being "barely" because there are those spare moments when I find myself entertaining several thoughts as my mind drifts further and further, till it is out of reach.
Half of my heart's got a real good imagination
Half of my heart's got you
Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you that half of my heart won't do