big guys write poems to put heat in thier homes.

[_thewonderyears]

tell me how were the lights?

the reds, the blues, and off-whites.

did they brighten up the sights?

tell me how were her lips?

the eyes, the legs, and shaking hips

did they electrify your fingertips?

and how were the men on the street

blue collared fellows making ends meet

did they finally take thier seat?

and tell me how were the skies

just before sunset, just after sunrise

please god tell me that it made it to your eyes

please tell me about the war

the dogfights and battles galore

and washing up on that german shore

tell me about your very first date

didnt he show up 20 minutes late

but you still ended up to be soulmates

tell me about the clubs and bars

and wishing on shooting stars

tell me about muscle cars

and how you use to chew on tar

tell me about the places youve seen

the mistakes you made when you were a teen

tell me about the fastest ball you threw

the prettiest dress ever made in blue

tell me about the fights youve fought

and include the fights youve lost

tell me how would you like the light?

on or off for tonight?

and tomorrow would it be alright

if i heard the same stories you told tonight