I could sit here and think of a thousand words to say about you.
Spinning each one into gold
So they sparkle in the night just like your eyes.
I could stand on my two feet in one place until you make me move.
Not wanting to
But thinking it might be best if its what you want.
I could make every song about you and every story yours.
The girl with sweetest lips around.
A taste locked with no key and a feeling hard with no force.
Maybe those songs are right though and all the words are true.
Doesn’t mean I have to like it.
I’ll just keep going up and down until the ride runs out of gas.
Around and around
until the feelings pass.