we sailed for moon at dawn, walked in single file line.
we failed to see, limits and boundaries, and onward we went.
thumbing through a song, glancing up at a face.
like something that’s been telling me, ideas planted so subtly, it reveals a desire.
my friend says love is like a trade, without the right tools, a charade.
and my stock goes up and down, depending on what you wanna do, but i hope you’re sold.
too bad i was never good with my mind, i couldn’t even sway past my dreams.
but just like Mr. Gump, Jennie I know what love is, despite popular belief.
i don’t think i’m coming home, tonight.
i’ll try to find somewhere else, to stay.
the knowledge of your presence is enough, for me.
but i make it up as i go along.
