Untitled / three minutes in the head of Bonaparte

who am I, and if yes, how many?
what is the answer, what if there isn't any?
is it one or two and when does now begin?
how long is temporary?
and is standing here a sin?
if nothing lasts forever, say, can I be nothing?
and if forever ends, will we dance the pain away?
is this all there is or is there more to it?
and if I can't touch it, then whose space is it?

if the answer is one, I know I'd want two
how can you tell you're not me and I'm not you?
I mean really - if I was you and you were me,
do you think things would be the way that they are?

Anyway, you say something I think something else
there's nothing wrong with it, it's just the way it goes
am I safer in first class, am I ready to kill - 
if I look at you long enough, will time stand still?

is this it?
what will I think when I'll be breathing my last?
am I too slow or is everything else too fast?
if I'd known I was going to live this long,
I'd have taken better care of myself, my son
if nothing lasts forever, say, can I be nothing?
and if forever ends, will you still answer the phone?
I for one know, if you don't laugh at yourself
this life will last so much longer than you like