Individual Thing

What rings a bell with you

Don’t necessarily ring a bell with me

But that’s the way the cookie crumbles

And love can be intriguing even if it stumbles.

You hear a joke and say oh well.

To me, that joke just rings a bell

What makes a person’s bell ring

Is an individual thing

Some make a fuss to live alone

Some can’t survive without a phone

What makes a person’s life sing

Is an individual thing.

Out of deference to you

I of course respect your preference too

But it’s nice if there is little differential

In the things two people feel are preferential

When you and me, at least to me

We seem alive would you agree?

But I speak for myself, of course

Dare I go presuming so

Cause that’s an individual thing

An individual thing