I do
I hope you don't worry that green little head of yours
The trees of light will be my guiding
light
back to your arms of willpower
Sometimes I wish my life was like a TV
show
I hope it wouldn't get cancelled
My life is already fake enough as
it is anyway
I guess this really is reality television
I feel trapped during the night unless I'm with someone who
knows how to have
a good time
Hopefully we can just go to the movies and watch things we have already
witnessed
in years past
Life is the rewinder I had as a kid that played back my VHS tapes so I could
watch them again from the
beginning
When the velvet leaves of winter come crashing down through our vortex of
intimacy
I'll keep my hands at my side
If time is time and your time is measured in music, then will you
drown
in the sidewalk's enticing collection of wines?
I know you have more resolve than that to fall for such folly
When I come back late that night and you are quietly
asleep
I promise not to wake you I won't make one sound
Your hair won't even be able to hear me (or whisper for that matter)
You won't regret letting me stay out late because I haven't
done anything that bad
Your sheets will stay warm and your mind will stay precariously between
sailors and the Jets
I love you, and don't worry about anything
I'll leave the light off
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