in this big bad world,
I wanna be small with you.
just under blankets
with justice and love.
lost in eyes and weekends,
where we look forward to nada.
in this,
your freckled nose
is on mine,
while I am playing
the only song I know
on the guitar and harmonica.
in the grand scheme of things
our heart beats are little things,
just think about it
and think about being small with me
on a Monday painted ours.
don't know where I'm going,
but I know I want to make my journey
back to you somehow in the sound studio
where we can record loud lips
inside rain and outside everything,
supporting actors we be until.