they’d be open-ended, country roads. a cesspool of memories, gorgeous memories. you’d leave me stranded somewhere in the midwest
i’d kneel at the fork and pray for you to take me home.
i walk them, lonely, you see… it’s a matter of principle, walking through your eyes it’s a journey most would rather take alone. i’m holding hands with myself, conversing about what makes me so perfect for myself. destined to meet again someday. we’ll keep walking, you see, for we’d rather live in this time capsule your eyes provide this capsule. it’s hard to find something solid, opaque in your eyes. unlike mine, they fire a blue flame. and my orange is just the opposite.
i’m staring into what i find to be a mirror, more and more every day.
it’s early morning, you see, a dawn on this road. we’ve made it through another night, together and unafraid. since you’ve stayed, i’ve stayed. we haven’t looked back, and we both know just what to say. so we’ll twiddle our thumbs, hand-in-hand for a little longer. i don’t want to leave and neither do you (i). so i’ll kiss myself again and again and it’s perfect every time. it’s beautiful because we know what i want. and no, i’m not confused. i’m just in love.
and if i knew just where this road would take me, i’d be fucking set.