I saw you down at the shop on the corner,
Buying some gum and a bottle of cola.
I couldn't help, but watch a bit longer,
And almost ride my bike into a parked car.
I don't know why, don't know how,
All I know is, that your sweet lips,
Are the only things keep me on the ground.
I don't care, I'd rather not say,
I don't really know anyway,
But I hope, and I dream,
Of tomorrow, with me,
Holding you just like I did yesterday.
I want you to fall so deep,
Into my eyes, that you hit rock bottom of soul.
I wish I knew when you learned my little loves,
Like when you chew on your hair, or pretend that I'm enough for you.
You like to look at art, grin and pick it apart,
It seems the artist wasn't quite there,
You say with that knowing stare. 
I nod to that and agree, but you know as well as I,
All I see, is a lot of red and blue, thrown onto a canvas sheet.
Then you giggle and pretend I didn't just comment,
On the artistic content, of the exit sign.
I love it so much, when you pretend that I'm enough,
To make you whole, with my silly little ways.