Darlin’,
It ain’t so much me bleedin’ on the page,
As me thinkin’ up somethin’ better than pickup lines–
some excuse to talk to you.
See, while you caught my eye initially,
It’s my ear you’ve got enthralled.
You laughed.
You laughed a laugh like summer–
spent with friends ‘n distractions
spent making mistakes you’ll never regret
spent crossin’ ‘n uncrossin’ destinies.
So let’s not talk about if it hurt,
How good your clothes would look on my floor
(they won’t matter once they’re off you anyhow)
Let’s you and me,
–let’s talk about how I can be one more aspect of your history,
–one more subtle shade to that world shakin’ laugh of yours.
