Your serenaded ballad serrated my eyes
making it impossible to stay seated and
I fell for a guitar strike.
Skinned knees mend better than broken hearts
You smell like the wind
Geez, I mean the breeze
You keep blowing me off
With nothing in hand but a red notebook, we float looks…
When I am with you, there is nowhere else I’d rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.