how can one person know so much truth? and i know none

[sleptsosoundly]

if we were honest and both wrote a sonnet together
a sandwich with everything on it,
at least we would know that the sparks didn't glow
but we owe it to ourselves to try,
so we aim and ignite!
so often i call and i plead with you:

"give me a chance!"
it's not often that i understand
the ins and the outs of what's wrong and what's right
so don't think of tomorrow tonight.

oh, i know, it goes on, it gets old
but for now we're young, we smell good, we're alone...

you look for a legend,
i'm looking for common ground.
your heart isn't breaking,
and mine isn't making a sound.