we could be invincible, you know
we could fly to rome with gilded wings
and rule france from the halls of the versaille
let's serenade pedestrians in birkenstocks and
visors
screaming ironic throwback lyrics at the top of our
lungs
from the edge of the rustiest railings we can find
we may be tone-deaf but our song will be perfect
with the taste of freedom on our lips
and our hearts stitched painstakingly onto our sleeves
we’ll be those star-crossed lovers
delirious, foolish, and blinded by our youth
straight from the pages of a storybook
the cynics will shake their heads, maybe throw their dusty six-strings,
their ripped manuscripts, their broken dreams at us
they’ll try to weigh us down with their alcohol tears, bringing us back
to reality
but we’ll just laugh
because time’s running out and there isn’t a moment to waste
so maybe you can show me your favorite movie so I’ll have an excuse to
stare at your face for two hours
and maybe I can teach you how to play guitar so that your fingers can
brush against mine again and again
me and you
we could be invincible, you know
we could end wars and walk on water
and maybe
just maybe
you could want me
the way I want you
I'm still amazed by you.
ReplyDeleteThis is love.
ReplyDeletewe may be tone-deaf but our song will be perfect
ReplyDeletewith the taste of freedom on our lips
Simply perfection ❤
Oh my gracious Sam.
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