I'd like to think that one day you and I
Could sip tea out of mason jars in my backyard
Under the light of the stars
Just enjoying being in each other's company.
All we have to do is listen to the acoustic beat of the night air
The tap tap tap of feet walking down the street
Or the howling of the police siren as it blares through my town.
Our town, I suppose.
Cause see I've got this patio, and this little gate that barely swings open
And a bunch of chairs I can't occupy by myself.
And you've got that guitar and that smooth voice.
The eyes that won't quit and the laugh that means something else.
You don't even have to dance with me,
I'd just like to sit with you. If you'd take my company.
I would love to watch you hang the moon.

I got this idea in my mind
That the moon hangs right up above your head
And the stars **** through your eyes.
So when you're not there, the sky turns dark and lonely
And not even a strong cup of coffee can wake my sleeping heart.
So I guess what I'd like to say is
Don't go anywhere for a long, long time.

He's the cigarette that makes me want to take up smoking.
Because he'd be so good with a cup of coffee on a lazy Saturday morning.
He's every line I've crossed out trying to put to words how I'd like to breathe his poison
Over and over again.
Until he's nothing but a pile of embers and my lungs are black with ash.
He's two strong arms hovering around the waists of girls who already know they're beautiful,
Cause he doesn't have time for girls who don't realize it.
He's a tall, strong whiskey on the rocks.
Sharp as a knife in a New York City mugging,
Cool as the Los Angeles breeze,
Deadly as the Arizona summer.
All I want is to inhale deeply and let him slowly
Stop my breath.

I was just wondering.
If I stay the night,
Will you still be here tomorrow?
Because there's not enough of my heart left,
For it to break one more time.

I'll be your Roseanna
If you be my Jonesie.
Let's go outside to the edge of the river.
Where the television hides behind a thick sheet of glass
And the water stays cool.
Keep the lights off
And we can let the moon take care of
Everything.
We'll stay by the pool where we belong
Dip our toes in the chlorine
Shimmy down into whatever we've got left
And dive right in.
The Lord can see us.
But no one else can.

He's thinking about
His book.
And how he's going to write her into it.
She's a shelf that doesn't hold anything
But a few memories here and there
And some day dreams.
Her eyes sting
And her voice just sort of floats above everything else.
Like a sheet of clouds on a hot July morning.
There's really no place to acknowledge a power so fierce
Using just the ink from a couple of pens.
But he's going to try to capture the way her lungs give out
During long drives down busy highways
And her dark glasses always seem to be locked forward.
Her toes curl in her flip-flops
And she never opens her mouth too wide.
How can words describe someone
That only the pounding of a heart can imagine?

Maybe
It's the 6th cup of coffee
I drank at four this afternoon.
The diet coke I bottled and sipped throughout the night.
Or the fact that I haven't eaten in two days.
But I haven't missed a single second these two days
Without the thought of you sprinting through my mind
And dropping my heart into my lungs.
And let me tell you,
It feels kinda nice.