I want to show you the magic in love

Lay in the grass on hot summer days
In shorts and tank tops
Picking out the shapes in the sky
Waiting for the winds to carve a heart
The way you'll carve mine

Let's bundle up on cold winter nights
Pajamas and blankets
Our bodies pretzeled together
Waiting for my lips to be cold
To warm them again on your cheek

Fall asleep together every night
Waking up a few moments before the sun rises
To watch the rays fall on your skin
You glow like fireflies

Watch terrible movies together
Making fun of the acting
Then each other
Laughing uncontrollably
I'll tickle you
In that one spot that no one else knows about
Just to watch your nostrils flare

Argue about the senseless things
We'll make up later
Saying that you were right
You're always right

You'll be asleep on the way to a picnic
I'll pull over to pick you daisies
They're your favorite
They remind you of the summer home your grandparents once owned
No one else knows that about you

I want to taste the goosebumps right behind your left ear
Showing you *** isn't about getting off
It's about those little twitches your hips make when you're kissed just below your belly-button
Letting you know I pay attention

I want us to grow old together
Looking out over the mountain tops of our retirement home
Waiting for time to stop
Your wrinkles will change the landscape of my imagination

I want to show you the magic in love

I've got five pennies in my front pocket
A bag full of broken dreams
I'm on a road to no where
Looking for my place of belonging
Sliding penny after penny in the vending machine
Their semi-green oxidization stains my thumbs
Hoping dollars would sprout from their compound
Hitting "return cash" on the vending machine for every time I've been told I won't make it
This time a nickle drops to the bottom
I've got a nickle in my pocket
A future full of promise

It's thirteen below outside
Fingers are cramping, they're afraid of this temperature
My nose and ears soon follow my finger's fright
*** on a cold passenger seat
I can feel my spine begin to settle in to frozen comfort
Maybe if I had a cigarette, I could light the end
Stick the burning leaves to my ice cold hand
Thinking to myself
Maybe this is what love feels like