First time I went for everything. I got a kiss. Oh, well, that’s good enough. Endorphins, come sway me into sleep.
That day I had learned that a kiss was good enough to make me happy. One must not be greedy. So second time I went for the kiss. I didn’t get it. I got a smile, though. Well, who am I to force it. A smile will do for a good night’s sleep.
So I went for the smile again. But she seemed cold and disengaged. How is that? I ask for so little and get even less?
Oh, so going for everything is what had got me a little, I guess.