The Pulls

Gravity, it makes no sense to me
 but it pulls me, just like you do
 The higher I am, the harder into ground I will slam
 it will kill me, it'll be messy
 Here I am, planted on the ground and waiting, waiting for it to pull me
 If my logic isn't sound, what's keeping our feet on the ground?
 An equation, or special occasion
 Don't get me wrong, I'd rather be up in the clouds,
 but I'd worry, about coming down
 Here we are, feeling worlds apart, yet sharing, the pull of gravity
 Is it wrong, is it wrong, to be pulled along, by a song
 By now, I should have it all figured out,
 but you've pulled my outer space apart
 If Gravity is embrace, and time the love we chase,
 well my darling, you must be a star
 Here I am, a meteoric stance as I give in, into the pulls