That night we made out in the chemistry lounge

I felt my two worlds collide.

On one side, the studious pre-med who fought staunchly for every A;

On the other, the mischievous 19-year-old with dreams of someone 's hand to hold.

Your kisses sent shivers of pleasure down my transduction pathways.

The way I feel when I'm with you has a scientific explanation;

I just don't care.

Even if I knew every hormone, every neurotransmitter involved -

Knowing how something works doesn't make it any less beautiful.

In us experiments of evolution, there is more going on than reproductive instinct.

It's ironic they call it chemistry
When it's something beyond they want to imply.

It's difficult to escape the limitations of our molecular structure,

But in moments like the ones we share together, rules don't seem to apply.

Maybe reason, maybe knowledge, and maybe love will save us from our selfish genes.

I think of this as I hold your hand

And sleepily share my smile.

And then I forget about it, for in the moments we share together,
Sometimes an explanation isn't needed. Sometimes the expressive sigh
And the nights in your arms say more than science could. I pull you closer.