![]() I’m not convinced we should strive for midtown. ![]() To fall to a thousand floors and laugh til we're sore Move through the pastel pink fields of wheatĬause it's all that I want to do, to love you Tuck our jeans into our socks and move through the pastel pink fields of wheat In the city square where we look through the scope at In the dark where we project Varda films on the wallĪt the red light where we kiss beneath the golden arch When I missed six pitches in the batting cage I'm stubborn and fresh and hot-headed too Honey I've got little flaws just like you I thought you were tough up until you stopped meįrom plucking that tiny white flower from the earth You try to be hard but I know you're a softie To take out and sort through the strange things we doīaby you've got little flaws just like me To fall to a thousand floors and laugh til we’re sore ![]() That this world brought me to you now and didn’t waitĬause it’s all that I want to do, to love you Will bloom little flaws that mimic the starsĪnd the belief that ours could exist some light years away, some light years apart That when fully realized - a slick, sobbing sculpture. Over a short span in the pulsing world of a woman How we begin as a paste that builds into a base I saw by the 24 hour neon light, the freckles on your armīut in the morning light when I watched your sleeping body When we left the diner and walked into the night
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