And when the day becomes, I rise and clear my lungs
And move until I find my just because
Standing in my underwear for a half an hour just for one
Picture of the way the morning's coming through my window
And she's beside me with her 5D, smiling
And no one's even speaking just because we're in love
Hopefully one day with each other or one day with some
Respective other, but for now it's just the sun
And how familiar places become one with it
I like driving with no plan or reason
And when I was a little bit younger to simply do that was so much easier
But I have this friend who is a poet and he believes that I shouldn't say that
Just because, when Whitman was my age he'd barely started
And then I argue how who started what I'm doing
All were done and timeless long before where I am was what he was
And so I walk, take my time, go back to the words
That we'd spoke, and though I'm almost where I had seen that I'd be
It is not exactly the way that I dreamed, but the sun has a way
Of taking that which you've seen and making what has been
Into something I'd never thought that I'd be
And what was now seems, so very different as we
Walk together hand in hand
Talking(Thinking) how each step so carefully planned
Could within seconds send us face first falling
To the concrete crawling
And god Damn! My perfect plan!
All that I thought that I am
Could in just a moment fall and shatter
Into completely different fragments
As we both shiver, fingers clasping
Thinking how'd we'd both, so savage
Acted like we knew a damn thing
When actually all that we have
All that we can
All will remain and change at one small stroke of the sun's hand