so this is what you talk about
I, have to know every minute of my life
Tonight....  was an wakening
I might sound like an idiot but you are perfect for my mind set and I'm ready
i want life
ill write until the music stops then let you go to sleep
 
let me jot down this love, a pen, a life, a paper.
 
so kiss me like you did in that movie theater so long ago
this is true love even if it doesn't last
MY baby, dancing in the parking lot.
YOU, i will remember you forever.
 
and i am your boy and you are my girl so FUCK romance this is real.
my eyes speak the words i wish to say while my hand writes with a notion to pass.
all those memories we seemed so young
 
"i want to take you far from the cynics in this town and kiss you on the mouth"
 
i think i might be falling...... asleep.... dreaming.
 
your face makes me float from this desk,  
and I'm not using clever lines of imagery, just these plain lines from you to me, 
and
 
"ill be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back as you're laying there drifting off to sleep"
 
i've got the bags under my eyes to prove it
 
these are all the words that i wish i.....rewind.... would have told you that day.....that resulted in long walks with headphones saying
 
"hey there delihla"
 
replace a name and....
 
"OH its what you do to me, oh its what you do to me"
 
and that snowy walkway still etched in my mind
though you may have changed the scene and re-wrote the rhyme
 
part of me is still asleep under your sheets awaiting the sensation of
 
good morning, i love you.
 
i couldn't write for days afterward, now i feel this could never stop.