setup:
this is a monday, cold and concise
softened at the edges by your sunrise grin;
let's get on an empty train
just for the sake of
going places Together.
remember how much i love your hands?
but your face is a thousand to one
and i want to be the one to tell you:
you have seasalt eyes and
sungold hair and
a heart like late july
[because i miss it when it's not around]
we are
an oceanside and city lights and
coffee at two a.m.
i feel most beautiful standing next to you.
let's go and not stop, drive until tomorrow
i wanna get out of here but even more
i wanna get with you
stargaze a hundred miles from your house,
don't forget me--
you me and the city dear,
we're a breath away from making it
but please don't go--
i like the way our hands fit together and
i think i love you.
