She shows you where to look amongst the garbage and the flowers
A few things I like:
Rainy Sundays
Fireflies in a field that twinkle as you drive by
Puppies exploring the world for the first time (I can't wait until Farley sees snow for the first time)
Driving back roads at top speed with the windows down and your hair blowing all over
Hearing one of your favorite songs on the radio randomly (and then turning the volume all the way up and jamming out to it)
People watching
I think sometimes we forget that we were so happy as kids because we didn't care about the bullshit. It was the simple things that made us happy. I think I try too hard to find the deeper meaning of it all when sometimes... it's just simply what it is. I have always been trying to find something I'm really good at and I've finally realized that I am really good at pretending that it doesn't bother me, that I don't care. I guess after years of practice I do it now without thinking. I'm tired of being numb.
...and you know that she's half crazy
and that's why you want to be there...
...and just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her
She takes you in her arms and she lets the river answer
that you've always been her lover
...you think you'll maybe trust her cause she's touched you and she's moved you and she's kind