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I'll write down these words and they will lack in rhythm and grace but they will be beautiful none-the-less.
And you'll map them out with your eyes, ingesting them piece by piece and interpreting them as you see fit.
I hope you see the smile that’s found its place on my face, and the way I can’t quite sit still anymore.
Ambiguity is at its peak, but I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entirety, except for maybe the first time I heard your voice.
I’ll let you take my hand and in it will be my heart. You can thank me in ways a lady would never speak of.
I want so badly to study the crevices that line your palms, and the way your waist dissipates into your hips.
But there’s something magical in knowing that what we have is so untouchable; you’re so out of reach, so God-damned out of reach.
You’re the bitter sweet feeling after a long night of drinking, when I know you exist, but I can’t quite pinpoint anything.
You’re the sudden downpour on a lonely highway that renders me bemused but invigorated, intoxicated, anxious.
Your raindrops will engulf my surroundings and I will be enveloped in your damp arms, craving your chilling caress.
Let’s get lost together so no one will ever find us, love hidden amongst branches and limbs and deep inside of ravines,
But promises of late nights and dark eyes and words only spoken in silence keep me perfectly perched here, awaiting things that will soon be.
Yet I can’t help but wonder if it’s inside these wishes and dreams that I’ll find me and you, and perhaps that’s what keeps me going.
There’s comfort in knowing separation is only enforced by an open stretch of road and two tanks of gasoline.
I move to have distance, mileage, and time struck from the record.
So turn right on Hope Avenue, and take Faith Highway for three hundred miles, I’ve been waiting for you, I’ve been waiting for this.
And while the road rolls out before you, I’ll be staring at the stars while they’re busy singing their goodbyes.
I’ll play connect the dots with the white spots, spelling out your name on the midnight blue canvas,
Bright lights suspended above my head, mapping out the way to you and directing us towards the roads that lead to where we’ll find ourselves.
We’ve made it this far,
we’ve made it this far,
we’ve made it this far.
And you'll map them out with your eyes, ingesting them piece by piece and interpreting them as you see fit.
I hope you see the smile that’s found its place on my face, and the way I can’t quite sit still anymore.
Ambiguity is at its peak, but I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entirety, except for maybe the first time I heard your voice.
I’ll let you take my hand and in it will be my heart. You can thank me in ways a lady would never speak of.
I want so badly to study the crevices that line your palms, and the way your waist dissipates into your hips.
But there’s something magical in knowing that what we have is so untouchable; you’re so out of reach, so God-damned out of reach.
You’re the bitter sweet feeling after a long night of drinking, when I know you exist, but I can’t quite pinpoint anything.
You’re the sudden downpour on a lonely highway that renders me bemused but invigorated, intoxicated, anxious.
Your raindrops will engulf my surroundings and I will be enveloped in your damp arms, craving your chilling caress.
Let’s get lost together so no one will ever find us, love hidden amongst branches and limbs and deep inside of ravines,
But promises of late nights and dark eyes and words only spoken in silence keep me perfectly perched here, awaiting things that will soon be.
Yet I can’t help but wonder if it’s inside these wishes and dreams that I’ll find me and you, and perhaps that’s what keeps me going.
There’s comfort in knowing separation is only enforced by an open stretch of road and two tanks of gasoline.
I move to have distance, mileage, and time struck from the record.
So turn right on Hope Avenue, and take Faith Highway for three hundred miles, I’ve been waiting for you, I’ve been waiting for this.
And while the road rolls out before you, I’ll be staring at the stars while they’re busy singing their goodbyes.
I’ll play connect the dots with the white spots, spelling out your name on the midnight blue canvas,
Bright lights suspended above my head, mapping out the way to you and directing us towards the roads that lead to where we’ll find ourselves.
We’ve made it this far,
we’ve made it this far,
we’ve made it this far.